Sweater Weather

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 find out
 Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no
 'Cause it's too cold whoa
 For you here and now
 So let me hold whoa
 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 our minds to
 So 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 the taste yeah
 These hearts adore,
 Every other beat the other one beats 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
 'Cause it's too cold whoa
 For you here
 And now
 So let me hold whoa
 Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
 'Cause it's too cold whoa
 For you here and now
 So let me hold whoa
 Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
 Whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa
 'Cause it's too cold whoa
 For you here and now
 So let me hold whoa
 Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
 It's too cold whoa
 For you here and now
 So let me hold whoa
 Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
 It's too cold,
 It's too cold
 The holes of my sweater