Bastille - Flaws

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

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 untouched

Oooooh Oooooh

When all of your flaws And all of my flaws are counted 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 untouched

Oooooh Oooooh

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