Where she walks, no flowers bloom He's the one I see right through She's the answer though 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 Rightly, falsely, break-ins But who could do without you? And who could do without you? Oh, are we pretty, pretty fair? Yes, we are Oh, all the King's horses, none of his men Couldn't tear us apart Dancing with the falling chains But through it all we still remain We're butterflies around a flame Till ashes, ashes we fade away We're butterflies around a flame Till ashes, ashes we fade away We're butterflies around a flame Till ashes, ashes we fade away