When all of your flaws and all of my flaws Are laid out one by one The 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 untouched