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,

lets have an adventure.

Head in the clouds,

but my gravity centred.

Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours.

You in those little high waisted shorts oh.



She knows what I think about.

What I think about.

1 love, 2 mouths.

1 love, 1 house.

No shirt, no blouse.

Just us, you find out.

Nothing that we don't want to tell you about no.



Cause it's too cold

for you here and now.

So let me hold,

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 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 it's warm,

outside it starts to pour.



Coming down.

1 love, 2 mouths.

1 love, 1 house.

No shirt, no blouse.

Just us, you find out.

Nothing that we don't want to tell you about no no no.



Cause it's too cold,

for you here and now.

So let me hold

both your hands in the holes of my sweater.



Cause it's too cold,

for you here and now.

So let me hold

both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

Oh...



Whoa... x5

Cause it's too cold,

for you here and now.

So let me hold

both your hands in the holes of my sweater.



It's too cold,

for you here and now.

Let me hold

both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

It's too cold. It's too cold.

The holes of my sweater.