Lyrics
Ain’t clean... Just tired of fightin’ myself. Gold on the horizon, gray in the rear, Whole night on my clothes, still made it here. Hands on the wheel like they know what they held, What they built, what they broke, what they never could tell. I done wore my cool like a coat in a storm, Kept the hurt ironed flat, kept the truth outta form. But the dark got done with the games in my mouth, And the road got quiet enough to hear myself out. No miracle mood, no heaven breakin’ through, Just a little less run in the way that I move. And for once that feel more real than the lies ever did— Just a man with the night and the things that he is. I don’t need white light, Don’t need clean skin. I just need enough grace To stop dressin’ this up again. Peace without clean hands, Peace without pretend. Peace without clean hands, Let the truth come in. No halo in the mirror, No innocence to defend— Peace without clean hands... That’s where I begin. Still got smoke in the memory, salt in the chest, Still got old wrong turns I can’t call my best. Still got names in the silence, debts in the bones, Still got a voice that go cold when I feel too known. But I’m done makin’ pain sound fly for the sake of control, Done lettin’ smooth talk stand in for soul. I can sit with the wreckage and not turn away, Let it breathe in the cabin, let it say what it say. Maybe peace ain’t pure— maybe peace just stays, Even after the damage, even after the haze. And maybe that’s enough for a night like this— Not forgiven, not fixed... just finally still. I thought peace would feel brighter. Thought it’d wash me brand new. But it came like a whisper— Said, “I can sit right here with you.” Mm... Right here with you. Peace without clean hands, Peace without the spin. Peace without clean hands, Let the calm sink in. No choir in the distance, No grand reward at the end— Peace without clean hands... And I can live with that. Not spotless... Just honest enough to rest. Peace without clean hands.
Lyrics
Ain’t clean... Just tired of fightin’ myself. Gold on the horizon, gray in the rear, Whole night on my clothes, still made it here. Hands on the wheel like they know what they held, What they built, what they broke, what they never could tell. I done wore my cool like a coat in a storm, Kept the hurt ironed flat, kept the truth outta form. But the dark got done with the games in my mouth, And the road got quiet enough to hear myself out. No miracle mood, no heaven breakin’ through, Just a little less run in the way that I move. And for once that feel more real than the lies ever did— Just a man with the night and the things that he is. I don’t need white light, Don’t need clean skin. I just need enough grace To stop dressin’ this up again. Peace without clean hands, Peace without pretend. Peace without clean hands, Let the truth come in. No halo in the mirror, No innocence to defend— Peace without clean hands... That’s where I begin. Still got smoke in the memory, salt in the chest, Still got old wrong turns I can’t call my best. Still got names in the silence, debts in the bones, Still got a voice that go cold when I feel too known. But I’m done makin’ pain sound fly for the sake of control, Done lettin’ smooth talk stand in for soul. I can sit with the wreckage and not turn away, Let it breathe in the cabin, let it say what it say. Maybe peace ain’t pure— maybe peace just stays, Even after the damage, even after the haze. And maybe that’s enough for a night like this— Not forgiven, not fixed... just finally still. I thought peace would feel brighter. Thought it’d wash me brand new. But it came like a whisper— Said, “I can sit right here with you.” Mm... Right here with you. Peace without clean hands, Peace without the spin. Peace without clean hands, Let the calm sink in. No choir in the distance, No grand reward at the end— Peace without clean hands... And I can live with that. Not spotless... Just honest enough to rest. Peace without clean hands.
