My aunt used to live in Paris. I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad and I remember she told us that she jumped into 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 then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she´d do it again