Sweater Weather

'Cause it's too cold, cold Cold, cold 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 centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high-waisted shorts '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 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 to taste, yeah 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater The holes of my sweater