The Civil Wars - Birds Of A Feather Lyrics

Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the wall I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lips
Splinter in my fingertips

But who could do without you
And who could do without you

Yeah, she's the sea I'm sinkin' in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can't tell where I am
For I leave off and he begins

But who could do without you
And who could do without you

Oh, aren't we a pretty, pretty pair?
Yes, we are
All, all the kings horses and mightiest men
Couldn't tear us apart

Dancing with the ball and chain
But through it all, we still remain
And butterflies surround a flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away