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 to

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 other beat the other one beats 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.