I Saw the Leaves Falling Back to Their Branches Video (MV)

Hunting for a safe trail, sleeping where we stand
Somehow we have gone and starved ourselves of sentinels again
But who says where the dream ends and day starts?
We've nothing in common but this broken compass
I'll sleep where I stand
I saw the leaves falling back to their branches
All of the leaves falling back to their branches
Under the house, end of the street
The roots they run deep where the secrets stay
Under the house, end of the street
The roots they run deep where we once played
Hey, where we once played
And the leaves float away
They float away, hey