The Flashbulb - These Open Fields lyrics

Everyday you still come and visit me; You're supposed to be resting. It's in my head, but you're not where you're supposed to be And you're unconfessing. Anyway, I see you from afar, But it's not really you. From my shoes, it's not really so bizarre, But the bases are true, the sky is still blue and I can't find a way to leave you. In my sleep, I dream of these open fields, So euphoric and peaceful. When I wake, I pretend that this place is real, But that way is ceaseful. (don't know how to spell this, but it means "it's a trap" or something like that) I can pray for a way to alter time, So I could absolve you. From where I'm at it seems like it's such a crime, But the bases are true, yours I cannot pursue and I can't find a way to leave you.