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 unturned
flaws; bastille
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 unturned