Sweater Weather

And 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

'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

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

And 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

'Cause it's too cold for you here

It's too cold for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater