Lyricist : Zach Abels/Jeremy Freedman/Jesse Rutherford

Composer : Zach Abels/Jeremy Freedman/Jesse Rutherford

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

'Cause it's too cold for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

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 I wouldn't wanna 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

'Cause it's too cold for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

'Cause it's too cold for you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater