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 The splinter in my fingertips But who could do without you? But 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 end Where I leave off and he begins But who could do without you? But who could do without you? Oh, aren't we 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 Through it all we still remain Like bu*terflies around a flame Till ashes, ashes, we fade away