Текст песни Tracy Chapman - If There Are The Thigns
Tracy Chapman - If There Are The Thigns слова песни
If these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy dont I dreamAnymoreIve tried to tell myselfNothings changed my dearBut I look around meAnd think maybe thats not soI only have nightmaresAnd wake up with cold sweatComing through my poresWhy dont I dream anymoreIm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIts rotten to the coreWhy dont I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy dont I dreamAnymoreWe lose our patienceLose our trustYes we lose our innocenceTo forget our sorrow and hide our painWe lose old memoriesBut dreams are what lifes worth living forI wish I could dreamOnce moreIm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIts rotten to the coreWhy dont I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy dont I dream anymoreIve tried to tell myselfIts all for the best my dearBut I look around me and thinkMaybe thats not soI only have nightmaresWake up in a cold sweatHave I become as corruptAs all I abhorIm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIts rotten to the coreWhy dont I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofI dont want anymore