The feel of my hand on your hip when the sun comes out,
You open your eyes and it looks like love,
Not quite sure but feels a lot like love.
And when my hand finds your hand, and then five makes ten,
Ten makes one and I wonder again,
Not quite sure but feels a lot like love.
It's starting, the summer, Whisky and Porquerolles,
The sun gave us more to feel less than [lo?],
Not quite sure but it feels a lot like love.
Remember the taste of the sea and the salt and sweat,
The way that your skin felt the [mi? phe? draya?]
Not quite sure but it feels a lot like love
Even when I'm off somewhere,
Tryin' make it, lost in the darkness like I always do,
There's you.
We flow river to river, then sky's turned from blue to black,
To the beautiful boy's smile when the sun came back,
It feels a lot like love.
That coast [???] and oasis thing now already spent,
California was calling [su? it?] up and when,
Ca-li-for, California.
Even when I'm off somewhere,
Tryin' make it, lost in the darkness like I always do,
There's you.
Now we [chi??] in the sunset for peace of mind,
Not afraid to miss all we left behind,
Not quite sure but feels a lot like love.