Leaves on the Road Songtext
von Pressure Points

Dead leaves on the road are untouched
As I return to that house
Slippery carpet of yellow and red
That naked trees surround
Leaves on the road are dead
Like all of those who walked with me
And my everything that′s left
Of their crazy visions and sick dreams

A piece of glass from a broken window
Breaks under my feet, it makes me smile

Oh, how I cried, how I cried
Through those neverending nights
When the snow's words still whine
No more lies from a broken window
It makes me feel warm inside
No more doors to cover things
They so desperately wanted to hide


That old birch on the backyard
It has grown so much
I used to count those leaves
When the pain was too much
My body might be there
But I was somewhere else
That old birch on the backyard
I was in its embrace

It won′t hurt
But to be honest with myself
Have I felt anything else afterwards
The price I paid for all those years

A piece of glass from a broken window
Breaks under my feet
It makes me smile

Oh, how I cried, how I cried
Through those neverending nights
When the snow's words still whine
No more lies from a broken window
It makes me feel warm inside
No more doors to cover things
They so desperately wanted to hide


Doubt, faith, and the thought of my own fool
Someone was here after me
I wonder if he got away
Was he like me? (Like me?)
Also impossible to fix?
Also impossible to fix?
Also impossible to fix?

Oh, may your past you made today
Still whisper your name in the sleep, like I do
Oh, may your past escape today, never return here
In the dreams, like I do
In the dreams, like I do
Oh, may your past you made today
Still whisper your name in the sleep, like I do
Oh, may your past escape today, never return here
In the dreams, like I do