[00:02.098]She smiled...
[00:04.696]Leapt, without looking
[00:11.399]And tumbled into the Seine
[00:21.352]The water was freezing
[00:25.346]She spent a month sneezing
[00:30.050]But said she would do it again
[00:37.556]Here's to the ones who dream
[00:45.197]Foolish as they may seem
[00:52.984]Here's to the hearts that ache
[01:00.197]Here's to the mess we make
[01:07.975]She captured a feeling
[01:10.564]Sky with no ceiling
[01:13.797]The sunset inside a frame
[01:20.123]She lived in her liquor
[01:23.455]And died with a flicker
[01:26.800]I'll always remember the flame
[01:33.282]Here's to the ones who dream
[01:39.518]Foolish as they may seem
[01:45.537]Here's to the hearts that ache
[01:51.445]Here's to the mess we make
[01:55.954]She told me:
[01:59.813]"A bit of madness is key
[02:03.603]To give us new colors to see
[02:08.217]Who knows where it will lead us?
[02:12.880]And that's why they need us"
[02:17.765]So bring on the rebels
[02:20.549]The ripples from pebbles
[02:23.210]The painters, and poets, and plays
[02:27.956]And here's to the fools who dream
[02:34.546]Crazy as they may seem
[02:39.750]Here's to the hearts that break
[02:44.974]Here's to the mess we make
[02:55.027]I trace it all back to then
[03:02.413]Her, and the snow, and the Seine
[03:10.954]Smiling through it
[03:16.092]She said she'd do it again
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