Everyday you [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  yours I cannot pursue and I can't find a way to leave you.