Flaws

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
 Are laid out one by one
 A wonderful part 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 learned
 They pass from man to man
 There's a hole in my soul
 I can't fill it, I can't fill it
 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 up
 Let's finish what we've started
 Dig them up
 So nothing's left unturned
 All of your flaws and all of my flaws
 When they have been exhumed
 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
 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 up
 Let's finish what we've started
 Dig them up
 So nothing's left unturned
 Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
 When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
 You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
 And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
 Dig them up
 Let's finish what we've started
 Dig them up
 So nothing's left unturned
 Oh, oh, oh-oh
 Oh, oh, oh-oh
 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