To Feel Young
Hide your face
Swallow your tongue
Life is long but
You've gotta make time to feel young
Place your hand
A bit closer to mine
I don't wanna go back home alone
And turn back time
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Never really had a broken heart
Maybe I'm just too scared to try
I don't know how to tell you how i feel
Just know that you're always on my mind
When I think back to Chicago
A vision of you in my old blue jeans
In that weird wooden chair with your auburn hair
What the hell were we saying?
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Swallow your tongue
Life is long but
You've gotta make time to feel young
Place your hand
A bit closer to mine
I don't wanna go back home alone
And turn back time
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Never really had a broken heart
Maybe I'm just too scared to try
I don't know how to tell you how i feel
Just know that you're always on my mind
When I think back to Chicago
A vision of you in my old blue jeans
In that weird wooden chair with your auburn hair
What the hell were we saying?
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
Spent so many years trying to be old
But I'm not on that shit no more
Saying "Where did all the time go?"
Feels like death's waiting at the door
There's no time to be existential
Down and out and insecure
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Walsh
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