Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Droney
Vocals
Melissa Fuller
Background Vocals
Christian Harger
Bass
Peter Wilson
Drums
Ben West
Programming
Kevin Gatzke
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Droney
Songwriter
Melissa Fuller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Droney
Producer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Ben West
Producer
Lyrics
You were standing at the bathroom sink
Crying and yelling at me
For a second it was like we were in a
Coming-of-age movie
But who the hell are we?
Wandering around this big city
Acting like we got our lives together
Trying to find ourselves
In the letters of dead poets
Making friends with the cynics
In rent controlled apartments
Singing The National
And tellin' each other secrets
Like nobody's evеr lived this before
Young in thе state of the heart
Fighting with time, so we take shots in the dark
And it feels alright 'cause this mess is ours
Young in the state of the heart
Yeah, we run fast 'cause the cars don't start
And we make up for what we don't got
We know we are
Young in the state of the...
Slept out on the fire escape
That summer when the AC gave
You said to pretend that it was winter
Honey, I was happy
To be just like us
Two kids dreaming while the metal rusts
Sure felt good to be lost together
Just trying to find ourselves
In the letters of dead poets
Making friends with the cynics
In rent controlled apartments
Singing The National
And tellin' each other secrets
Like nobody's ever lived this before, yeah
Young in the state of the heart
Fighting with time, so we take shots in the dark
And it feels alright 'cause this mess is ours
Young in the state of the heart
Yeah, we run fast 'cause the cars don't start
And we make up for what we don't got
We know we are
Young in the state of the heart
Young in the state of the heart
Contemplated science, space, and religion
Contemplated silence, space, how it all fits
Yeah, we know our place, call us the misfits
But we're livin'
Young in the state of the heart
Young in the state of the heart
Fighting the time, so we take shots in the dark
And it feels alright 'cause this mess is ours
Young in the state of the heart
Fighting with time, so we take shots in the dark
(And it feels alright 'cause this mess is ours)
This mess is ours
Young in the state of the heart
Writer(s): Melissa Fuller, Patrick Droney
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