Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Kooks
Performer
Luke Pritchard
Vocals
Max Rafferty
Background Vocals
Paul Garred
Drums
Hugh Harris
Guitar
Stevie Blacke
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Pritchard
Composer
Stevie Blacke
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Hoffer
Producer
Todd Burke
Recording Engineer
Ben Mason
Recording Engineer
Jason Gossman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yes, I like stormy weather
From my window sill
But you ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever
You've got it all made up
But it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, and it feels like touch, touch, touch
I sit around to pass the time
I try to get it off my mind
But the little world, oh so small
That I can't get around the sober
But it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, and 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?
Oh, to hurt you?
I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it
I'm not saying it's all made up
There's people there to comb your hair
But I'll seek out another song
Won't kill that so beautiful
But it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, and 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?
Oh, to hurt you?
What did I do?
Oh, I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it
And it feels like love, love, love
Yes, and it feels like touch, touch, touch
Yes, and it feels like love, love, love
Yes, and it feels like touch, touch, touch
Oh, yes, and it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, and it feels like touch, touch, touch
Oh, yes, and it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, and it feels like love, love, love
Writer(s): Harold Arlen, Ted Koehler
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