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,
the 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.