[Verse 1]

The mock of the year sits on a table

Decorated by the paintings of the youthful

[Chorus]

Elation takes its hold

And I feel it for the first time

I wonder what that's like

[Post-Chorus]

How does it feel to be so young?

How does it feel to not be caught up on?

[Verse 2]

I'll take note of faces repeating

Hold on to them

I know that it can be fleeting

[Chorus]

Confusion takes its hold

But I'm feeling for the first time

I know what that's like

[Post-Chorus]

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?