| Song | Under the Dock Leaves |
| Artist | Gothica |
| Album | The Cliff of Suicide |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |