Текст песни If These Are The Things - Tracy Chapman

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don′t I dream, anymore?
I've tried to tell myself
"Nothing′s changed, my dear"
But I look around me and think
Maybe that's not so
'Cause I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores
Why don′t I dream anymore?
In the garden, all the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them, before they fall
I 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
To 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
In the garden, all the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them, before they fall
I 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?
I'm in the garden, all the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them, before they fall
I 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
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
I don′t want any more
I don't want any more
I don′t want any more