Sweater Weather

'Cause 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
Me in my little, high-waisted shorts, oh
You know 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
So move to a place so far away, yeah

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
Everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Comin' 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 at all
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

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoam whoa
The holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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

'Cause it's too cold for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater