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

I only have nightmares
And 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
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 a anymore?