My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us
Stories about being abroad and
I remember that she told us she jumped in the river once
Barefoot
She smiled
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again
Here's to the ones
Who dream
Foolish, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts
That ache
Here's to the mess
We make
She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
Sunset inside a frame
She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame
Here's to the ones
Who dream
Foolish, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts
That ache
Here's to the mess
We make
She told me
A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays
And here's to the fools
Who dream
Crazy, as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make
I trace it all back
To then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said
She'd do it, again