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