Lyrics
Neon water, dirty hands… Ain’t nobody righteous in this city of demands… I rinse my past in a puddle by the corner store, Streetlight halo flickers like it’s keepin’ score. Yeah, I’ve prayed with a pocket full of broken plans, Told the truth with a tongue full of contraband. Every scar’s just a sermon that the night rewrites, I’m baptized in the buzz of the busted streetlights. If heaven’s got a ledger, then they circled my name— But I’m walkin’ through the fire like I’m used to the flame. I ain’t clean, but I’m cleaner than I was, Every step forward’s still covered in dust… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. I ain’t holy, but I’m tryin’, man— Every sunrise feels like a second chance. Neon water, dirty hands… Guess redemption’s just a streetlamp stand. I’ve confessed to the mirror with a cracked frame grin, Told myself I’d quit, then I dove right in. But the city’s got a pulse that keeps callin’ me back, Like a hymn with a hook that I can’t unpack. Every wrong turn hits like a lesson learned— Yeah, the weakest bridges are the ones I burned. Still, I’m standin’ here soaked in my stubborn pride, Let the neon wash me till I’m purified. I ain’t clean, but I’m cleaner than I was, Every step forward’s still covered in dust… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. I ain’t holy, but I’m tryin’, man— Every sunrise feels like a second chance. Neon water, dirty hands… Guess redemption’s just a streetlamp stand. Yeah, the city keeps my secrets, Keeps my sins on layaway… But I’m still wading through the weakness, Tryna make it through the day… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. Maybe holy ain’t the master plan— Maybe tryin’s all that makes me stand. Neon water, dirty hands… In this city, that’s just who I am. Neon water… dirty hands… But the light still lands…
Lyrics
Neon water, dirty hands… Ain’t nobody righteous in this city of demands… I rinse my past in a puddle by the corner store, Streetlight halo flickers like it’s keepin’ score. Yeah, I’ve prayed with a pocket full of broken plans, Told the truth with a tongue full of contraband. Every scar’s just a sermon that the night rewrites, I’m baptized in the buzz of the busted streetlights. If heaven’s got a ledger, then they circled my name— But I’m walkin’ through the fire like I’m used to the flame. I ain’t clean, but I’m cleaner than I was, Every step forward’s still covered in dust… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. I ain’t holy, but I’m tryin’, man— Every sunrise feels like a second chance. Neon water, dirty hands… Guess redemption’s just a streetlamp stand. I’ve confessed to the mirror with a cracked frame grin, Told myself I’d quit, then I dove right in. But the city’s got a pulse that keeps callin’ me back, Like a hymn with a hook that I can’t unpack. Every wrong turn hits like a lesson learned— Yeah, the weakest bridges are the ones I burned. Still, I’m standin’ here soaked in my stubborn pride, Let the neon wash me till I’m purified. I ain’t clean, but I’m cleaner than I was, Every step forward’s still covered in dust… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. I ain’t holy, but I’m tryin’, man— Every sunrise feels like a second chance. Neon water, dirty hands… Guess redemption’s just a streetlamp stand. Yeah, the city keeps my secrets, Keeps my sins on layaway… But I’m still wading through the weakness, Tryna make it through the day… Neon water, dirty hands, Tryin’ to wash off what the night demands. Maybe holy ain’t the master plan— Maybe tryin’s all that makes me stand. Neon water, dirty hands… In this city, that’s just who I am. Neon water… dirty hands… But the light still lands…
