Flaws (Live from the Scala) - Bastille

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 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

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

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 unturned

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