The Kooks

Yes I like stormy weather
from my window-sill
You ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever
You got it all made up
But it feels like love, love, love
Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch
I see surround pass the time
I try to get it of my mind
And I live in a world oh so small
That I can get around a (soup)
And it feels like love, love, love
Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch
What did I say?
What did I say?
What did I say?
Oh, I didn't mean it
What did I do
Or take of you?
Oh, I didn't mean it