Birds Of A Feather

Verse: 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? Verse: She's the sea I'm sinkin' 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? 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 Oooo Aaaaah Ooooo Verse: Dancing with a ball and chain Through it all we still remain Butterflies around the flame Till ashes, ashes, we fade away