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.
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
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.