If There Are The Thigns — текст песни (Tracy Chapman)

If these are the things that

Dreams are made of

Why dont I dream

Anymore

Ive tried to tell myself

Nothings changed my dear

But I look around me

And think maybe thats not so



I only have nightmares

And wake up with cold sweat

Coming through my pores



Why dont I dream anymore



Im 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

Its rotten to the core



Why dont I dream anymore



If these are the things that

Dreams are made of

Why dont I dream

Anymore



We lose our patience

Lose our trust

Yes we lose our innocence

To forget our sorrow and hide our pain

We lose old memories

But dreams are what lifes worth living for



I wish I could dream

Once more



Im 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

Its rotten to the core



Why dont I dream anymore



If these are the things that

Dreams are made of

Why dont I dream anymore



Ive tried to tell myself

Its all for the best my dear

But I look around me and think

Maybe thats not so



I only have nightmares

Wake up in a cold sweat

Have I become as corrupt

As all I abhor



Im 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

Its rotten to the core



Why dont 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 dont want anymore