Lyrics
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us
stories about being abroad and
I remember she told us that 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
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 that
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said
She'd do it, Again
I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us
stories about being abroad and
I remember she told us that 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
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 that
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said
She'd do it, Again