Lyrics Young World - Slow Pulp

Young World

The mock of the year sits on a table
Decorated by the paintings of the youthful
Elation takes its hold
And I feel it for the first time
I wonder what that’s like
How does it feel to be so young?
How does it feel to not be caught up on?
I’ll take note of faces repeating
Hold on to them
I know that it can be fleeting
Confusion takes its hold
But I feel it for the first time
I know what that’s like
How does it feel to be so young?
How does it feel to not be caught up on?
How does it feel to be so young?
How does it feel to be so?