In dark alleys in big swirls
She who dances with the crows
She who dances with the crows
And she throws me her stars
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