Birds Of Afeather Lyrics - Barton Hollow - The Civil Wars

Where she walks no flowers bloom 

He's the one I see right through 

She's the absinthe on my lips 

A splinter in my fingertips 

Chorus 

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 

Chorus 

Bridge 

Oh we're a pretty, pretty pair 

Yes, we are 

All, all the king's horses 

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 a flame 

Til ashes, ashes we fade away