Audition (The Fools Who Dream)

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