Lyrics Under the Dock Leaves - Gothica

Under the Dock Leaves

You slide across the branches
Your glitter is fertile pollen
You’re shadows in the shape of leaves
A wind that ripples the crest of waves against the current
You caress the rivers but you are the springs
Your eyes: buds which are moistened by the dew
Beyond webs of obscurity
The branches swing you
Then you glide on your transparent wings