Flaws

When all of your flaws and all of my Flaws are laid out one by one. Our 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've learned, They pass from man to man. There's a hole in my soul. I can feel it, I can feel it. There's a hole in my soul. Can you feel it? Can you feel 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 started. Dig them up, so nothing's left undone. When 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 feel it, I can feel it. There's a hole in my soul. Can you feel it? Can you feel 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 started. Dig them up, so nothing's left Undone. 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 started. Dig them up, so nothing's left undone. Oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh.