Gothica - Under the Dock Leaves lyrics

rate me

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.