cause it's too cold
cold cold
and all i am is a man
i want the world in my hands
i hate the beach boy 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
cause it's too cold
for you here and now
so let me hold
both your hands in the holes of my sweater
cold cold cold
cold
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 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 put my finger on your tongue
cause you love to taste yeah oh
cause it's too cold
for you here and now
so let me hold
both your hands in the holes of my sweater
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
the holes of my sweater
