Flaws
When all of your flaws and all of my flawsAre laid out one by oneThe wonderful part of the mess that we madeWe pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flawsThey lie there hand in handOnes we've inherited, ones that we learnedThey pass from man to man
There's a hole in my soulI can't fill it I can't fill itThere's a hole in my soulCan you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeveAnd I have always buried them deep beneath the groundDig them up; let's finish what we've startedDig them up, so nothing's left untouched
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,When they have been exhumedWe'll see that we need them to be who we areWithout them we'd be doomed
There's a hole in my soulI can't fill it I can't fill itThere's a hole in my soulCan you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeveAnd I have always buried them deep beneath the groundDig them up; let's finish what we've startedDig them up, so nothing's left untouched
OoooohOooooh
When all of your flawsAnd all of my flaws are countedWhen all of your flawsAnd all of my flaws are counted
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeveAnd I have always buried them deep beneath the groundDig them up. Let's finish what we've startedDig them up. So nothing's left untouched
OoooohOooooh
All of your flaws and all of my flawsAre laid out one by oneLook at the wonderful mess that we madeWe pick ourselves undone