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 tumble into the sand
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 liqour
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 roles 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.