I been talkin’ to the dark with my hands held still,
Tryna make peace with a wound that won’t heal.

There’s a crack in the mirror and a hum in my chest,
Whole house asleep, but my soul won’t rest.
I got smoke in my lungs from the wars I survived,
And a few old ghosts that still know how to drive.
Cold sink, dim light, blood in my grin,
I’ve been wearin’ my mercy with the sharp side in.
Every “I’m okay” got a tremble beneath,
Like a church bell ringin’ through a mouth full of teeth.

I say amen, but it don’t come clean,
Still got dirt in the vow, still ache in the seam.
I reach up slow... but the hurt comes first,
And heaven feels close when it’s makin’ it worse.

Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
Every time I reach for grace, I find pain still there.
Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
I’m still askin’ for light with blood in the air.
If forgiveness got a sound, it’s a hard breath caught —
Nails in the prayer, and I still don’t stop.

I done wore my regrets like a coat in July,
Kept a straight face leanin’ over old lies.
There’s a bruise in my faith and a bend in my name,
Still I carry that fire like it asked me to change.
Late-night floorboards, knees to the wood,
Tryna mean what I say like a broken man should.
But the past don’t loosen just because I confess,
It hangs from the rafters and sits on my neck.

I say amen, but it don’t come clean,
Still got dirt in the vow, still ache in the seam.
I reach up slow... but the hurt comes first,
And heaven feels close when it’s makin’ it worse.

Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
Every time I reach for grace, I find pain still there.
Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
I’m still askin’ for light with blood in the air.
If forgiveness got a sound, it’s a hard breath caught —
Nails in the prayer, and I still don’t stop.

Maybe peace ain’t soft, maybe peace got weight,
Maybe God comes slow through a rusted gate.
Maybe healing ain’t clean, maybe mercy got scars,
Maybe truth leaves smoke when it tears you apart.
So I lift these hands though they shake when they rise,
Still got salt in the wound, still fire in my eyes.

Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
Every time I reach for grace, I find pain still there.
Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
I’m still askin’ for light with blood in the air.
Nails in the prayer, nails in the prayer,
I don’t need easy faith if the real one’s there.
If forgiveness got a sound, let it break me open —
Nails in the prayer, and I’m still unbroken.

I been talkin’ to the dark with my hands held still...
And somewhere in the hurt, I can hear You real.