Audition (The Fools Who Dream)

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 She 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 lives 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 to color 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 sand Smiling through it She said She'd do it, Again