What's that round my ankles; are they vines of worldliness, binding up my soul in a barren wilderness?
It's a day to day struggle to survive for pleasure and things,
Open there's nothing: a treasure with wings,
Things come to steal...steal your heart away,
Right before your eyes your light starts to fade, and you wonder what it is your living for.

I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things.

When I think back on the cross and the man who gave his life, I want to live for more than things that rust or die,
I don't want to struggle for the things that pass away, I want to live my life for the things that never fade,
Things come to steal...steal your heart away,
Right before your eyes your light starts to fade, and you wonder what it is your living for.

I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things.

I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things,
I don't want to live for temporary things.

Temporary things.