In dark alleys in big swirls She who dances with the crows As they nest in her hair Her halo only grows She who dances with the crows Her halo only grows And she throws me her stars as she goes along Her black cape wet and torn Too dark for the light of day She sees herself in ivory As he saw her when he walked away Pristine in bondage collector of chains Hurrying out when it rains To give you her place by the fire Pristine in bondage she dances no more Her cape is too heavy Her feet are too sore