Put it in a fugue like Bach and make it Swing, the song stating the facts remains, it  just will stay the same.

jacques-louissier or eugene-cicero it:

The facts will be the same.

But why not dream, you said,

and I dreamt with you just the same:

because there are dreams that dream against you

and what will you do then, when

escape’s become impossible:

What then will you do, love?