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
lets have an adventure 
head in the clouds but my gravity centred
touch my neck and i'll touch yours 
you in those little hot waisted shorts 

oh 
she knows what i think about 
and what i think about
one love, two mouths
one love, one house 
no shirts, no blouse 
just us, you find out 
nothing i really wanna tell you about no 
cos 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 your mind
so move to a place so far away 
the goosebumps start race
the minute that my left hand meets your waist 
and then i watched your face 
put my finger on your tongue 
cos you love to taste yeah 
these hearts (?) 
every (???)
inside this place is warm
outside is ice cold 

coming down
one love, two mouths
one love, one house 
no shirts, no blouse 
just us, you find out 
nothing i really wanna tell you about 
no no
cos it's too cold whoa
for you here
and now 
so let me hold whoa
both your hands in the holes of my sweater 

cos 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.. (x2)

cos 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 hands of my sweater...