If These Are the Things Songtext
von Tracy Chapman

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don′t I dream anymore?

I've tried to tell myself
But nothing′s changed, my dear
I look around me and think
Maybe that's not so
'Cause I only have nightmares
I wake up with cold sweat
Coming
Through my pores

Why don′t I dream anymore?


I′m in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
Have to pick them
Before they fall
Finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core

Why don′t I dream anymore?

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream anymore?

We lose our patience
We lose our trust
Yes, we lose our innocence
Forget our sorrow and hide our pain
We lose old memories
But dreams are what life′s worth living for
Oh, I wish I could dream
Once more


I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
Have to pick them
Before they fall
Finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It′s rotten to the core

Why don't I dream anymore?

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream anymore?

I′ve tried to tell myself
It′s all for the best, my dear
But I look around me and think
Maybe that's not so
I only have nightmares
Wake up in a cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor?

Why don′t I dream anymore?

In the garden
All the trees bear fruit
Have to pick them
Before they fall
Finally grab one
Hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core

Why don′t I dream anymore?

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of

I don't want anymore

I don′t want anymore
I don't want anymore