Wide the way
Narrow the gate
Messy hair morning after
Late-night wonders
Let this filth of flesh fall
Down down
Muddy mountain waters
This stream shall remain
Clean
Clear
Cut
Out from the rock
Of this hill we must climb
Down down tumble once more
Sense perception of lack
Four steps forward
Three steps back
Steady on now
Thy Good and Faithful
Servant
Spirit Son rise
Lovelight climb
Hear not the faint echos
Of all your lesser life dreamed
Rocky road terrain
only few dare tremble
This path, not for the faint
This Way, bled dry from the saint
Night cool
Heart open
Wild rustle leaves blow
Past
The time you thought was everything
This hill shall not sleep tonight…