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 in 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'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
(Tell you about, no, 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 your mind
So move to a place so far away, yeah

The goose bumps 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

Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no, no, 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, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater

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

Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no
The holes of my sweater