Sweater Weather

It's too cold for you here

And now, so let me hold both your hands

In the holes of my sweater

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 and 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 I wouldn't wanna 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 a mind

To move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to race

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

Everyone 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 for you here

And now, so let me hold both your hands

In the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

The holes of my sweater