Letra da Música Birds of a Feather de The Civil Wars

Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertip

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

She's the sea I'm sinkin' in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I cain'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, 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, ooh aah ooh

Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around a flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away