Sweater weather

And all I am is a manI want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in California with my toes in the sandUse the sleeves on my sweaterLets have an adventureHead in the clouds but my gravity centeredTouch my neck and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts

Oh, she knows what I think aboutAnd what I think aboutOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirts, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing I really wanna tell you about no'Cause it's too cold, whoaFor you hereAnd now, so let me hold, whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater

And if I may just take your breath awayI don't mind if there's not much to saySometimes the silence guides your mindSo move to a place so far awayThe goosebumps start to raceThe minute that my left hand meets your waistAnd then I watch your facePut my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste yeahThese hearts adore, everyone the other beat heart is forInside this place is warmOutside it starts to pour

Coming downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirts, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing I really wanna tell you about, no no no'Cause it's too cold, whoaFor you hereAnd now, so let me hold, whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater

'Cause it's too cold, whoaFor you hereAnd now, so let me hold, whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa whoaWhoa, whoa whoaWhoa, whoaWhoa, whoa whoaWhoa, whoa

'Cause it's too cold, whoaFor you hereAnd now, so let me hold, whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold, whoaFor you hereAnd now, so let me hold, whoaBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater

It's too cold, it's too coldThe hands of my sweater