If these are the things that Dreams are made of 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

I'm so far away The dust distorts the sound Last one left in this god forsaken town Tarnished all your memories Your smile's a front at best As you stare out the tilted window Is it one big second guess? I'm so far away now

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

It's cool we're just friends Everyone knows it's meant to be Falling in love, just you and me Till the end of time Till I'm on her mind It'll happen I've been making lots of plans Like a picket fence and a rose garden I just keep on dreaming

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away

You're living in a time machine Oh what are you gonna do And the fire of burning yesterdays Can only light the way To lead you from The garden of the dark When there's a part of you That needs to run with the wind Stay out of shadows

You never gonna change me I was already changin' I was wrong they say Flowers in the garden that won't grow Flowers on the train, it's not the same Flowers in the garden Life won't grow if we never change I'm missin'

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

Hey look ma, I made it If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me Are you ready for the sequel? Ain't you ready for the latest? In the garden of evil I'm gonna be the greatest In a golden cathedral I'll be praying for the faithless And if you lose,