Flaws

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one

Wonderful parts of the mess that we made we pick ourselves undone

All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand

Ones we've inherited, ones that we learn, they pass from man to man



There's a hole in my soul

I can't fill it, I can't fill it

And there's a hole in my soul

Can you fill it? Can you fill it?



You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve

And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Dig them out, let's finish what we started

Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned



All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they may have been exude

We'll see that we need them to be who we are

Without them we'd be doomed



There's a hole in my soul

I can't fill it, I can't fill it

And there's a hole in my soul

Can you fill it? Can you fill it?



You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve

And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Dig them out, let's finish what we started

Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned



When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted [x2]



You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve

And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Dig them out, let's finish what we started

Dig them out, so nothing's left unturned



All of your flaws and all of my flaws, are laid out one by one

Look at the wonderful mess that we made we pick ourselves undone