Bastille - Flaws Lyrics
When all of your flaws and all of my flawsAre laid out one by oneA wonderful part of the mess that we madeWe pick ourselves undoneAll of your flaws and all of my flawsThey lie there hand in handOnes we've inherited, ones that we learnedThey pass from man to manThere'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 unturnedAll 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 doomedThere'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 unturnedOoooohOoooohWhen all of your flawsAnd all of my flaws are countedWhen all of your flawsAnd all of my flaws are countedYou 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 unturnedOoooohOoooohAll of your flaws and all of my flawsAre laid out one by oneLook at the wonderful mess that we madeWe pick ourselves undone
