These Open Fields

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 here I'm confessin'
Anyway, I see you from afar
But it's not really you
From my shoes, it's not really so bizarre
But the faces are true, that 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
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 faces are true, yours I cannot pursue
And I can't find a way to leave you