when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one
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 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 you flaws upon your sleeve
and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
dig them up
let's finish what we started
dig them up
so nothing's left untouched
all of your flaws and all of my flaws, when they have been exumed
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 you flaws upon your sleeve
and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
dig them up
let's finish what we started
dig them up
so nothing's left untouched
when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted