Birds of a Feather
The Civil Wars · Barton Hollow [2011]
Where she walks no flower bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the abcess on my lips
Splinter in my fingertips
But who could do without you
And who could do without you
She's the sea I'm sinking in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can't tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you
And who could do without you
Oh how we're a pretty, pretty pair
Yes we are
All, all the king's horse and all of his men
Couldn't tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
But through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Til ashes, ashes we fade away
He's the one I see right through
She's the abcess on my lips
Splinter in my fingertips
But who could do without you
And who could do without you
She's the sea I'm sinking in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can't tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you
And who could do without you
Oh how we're a pretty, pretty pair
Yes we are
All, all the king's horse and all of his men
Couldn't tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
But through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Til ashes, ashes we fade away