The Part That Really Matters

Don't get me wrong

Don't mind you shouting

Just think your style excludes

The part that really matters

Just grow tired

Of empty minds

Mouthing English language courses

While they struggle with the A B C of heart

The A B C of heart

The A B C of heart

The A B C of heart

[Incomprehensible]And I confess that all I've learnt

Has been learnt a million times

With every empty heart

That ever felt a song come home

Felt a song come home

Felt a song come home

Felt a song come home

But I'd he happy

When next, I ask the time

If I find I've wasted none of mine

Listening while you wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours

Wasted all of yours

Wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours

But don't get me wrong

'Cause I don't mind you shouting

I just think your style excludes

The part that really matters

Don't get me wrong

'Cause I don't mind you shouting

I just think your style excludes your heart