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