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 be see of heart

And I confess
That all I've learnt
Has been learnt a million times
By every empty heart

That ever felt a song come home
But I'd he happy
When next I ask the time
11 I find I've wasted none of mine
listening while you wasted all of yours