Terminal

Jon Foreman


The doctor says I'm dying
I die a little every day
He's got no prescription
That could take my death away
The doctor says it don't look so good
It's terminal

Some folks die in offices
One day at a time
They could live a hundred years
But their soul's already died
Don't let your spirit die
Before your body does
We're terminal, we're terminal
We're terminal

We are, we are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles,
Shimmering like candles
We're fatally flawed, fatally flawed

Whenever I start cursing
At the traffic or the phone
I remind myself that
We have all got cancer in our bones
Don't yell at the dead
Show a little respect
It's terminal

"earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
For our days here are like grass
We flourish like a flower of the field
The wind blows and it is gone
And its place remembers it no more
Naked we came from our mother's womb
And naked we will depart
For we bring nothing into the world
And we can't take nothing away"

We are, we are the living souls
With terminal hearts, terminal parts
Flickering like candles,
Shimmering like candles
We're fatally flawed in the image of god

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