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