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...