Sweater Weather

All I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

She knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no

'Cause it's too cold whoa

For you here and now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

And if I may just take your breath away

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Sometimes the silence guides our minds

So move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to raise

The minute that my left hand meets your waist

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue

'Cause you love the taste yeah

These hearts adore,

Every one the other beats hardest for

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

Coming down

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no,

no

'Cause it's too cold whoa

For you here

And now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

'Cause it's too cold whoa

For you here and now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa...

Whoa, whoa... whoa

Whoa, whoa...

'Cause it's too cold whoa

For you here and now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold whoa

For you here and now

So let me hold whoa

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold,

It's too cold

The holes of my sweater...