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 on 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 wasted 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 Nothin' that I 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 So move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to race The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watched your face Put my finger on your tongue 'Cause you love to 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 find out Nothin' that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, No, 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, whoa... Whoa, whoa... Whoa, whoa... Whoa, 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 'Cause it's too cold whoa For you... 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.