Lyrics: Ryan Beatty/Marshall Vore
Music: Ryan Beatty/Marshall Vore
Producer: Ethan Gruska/Ryan Beatty
Faking the dream, the true American grit
I'll admit, I'm a bit of a mess
'Cause I'm fragile and tired, wounded and weak
And my words are a useless defense
You put your palm out and spit like a proud idiot
Gave a speech and then charmed me to bed
If only I could exist without it leaving my lips
And my touch was enough to confess
All the ways I say it
In a secret language
Did you hear what my words couldn't tell?
I keep it all to myself
Well the anthem is dead, so I send you a song to believe
With a hand on my chest
But I don't think it's funny, no honey, I'm truly sincere
And I'm trying my best
Arms over armor, you're going in deep
Fell asleep with our bodies undressed
It's so hard to let go, it's so hard to let in
But you seduce what I always suppress
All the ways I say it
In a secret language
Did you hear what my words couldn't tell?
I love you, I say it
In a secret language
Did you hear what my words couldn't tell?
I keep it all to myself
All the ways I say it
In a secret language
Did you hear what my words couldn't tell?
I love you, I say it
In a secret language
Did you hear what my words couldn't tell?
I keep it all to myself
Audio Engineer: Ethan Gruska/Will Maclellan
Backing Vocals: Ryan Beatty
Acoustic Guitar: Dylan Day/Ethan Gruska
French Horn: CJ Camerieri
Drums: Matt Chamberlain/Sam Kauffman-Skloff
Horn Arrangement: CJ Camerieri
Vocals: Ryan Beatty
ε¬δΈζ : Greg Leisz
ε£η΄ : Ethan Gruska
Electric Guitar: Dylan Day/Ethan Gruska/Meg Duffy
Strings: Rob Moose
Mastering Engineer: Zach Pereyra
Additional Production: CJ Camerieri/Rob Moose
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin