Flaws - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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 learn, 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, oh, oh-oh, oh

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

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