Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweater Weather, artist - Slaves. Date of issue: 16.11.2014
Song language: English
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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 goose bumps start to raise |
| The minute that my left hand meets your waist |
| And then I watch 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 |
| Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, 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 |
| Whoa, whoa... |
| Whoa, whoa... whoa |
| Whoa, whoa... |
| Whoa, whoa... |
| 'Cause it's too cold |
| For you here and now |
| So let me hold |
| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
| It's too cold |
| For you here and now |
| Let me hold |
| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
| It's too cold, |
| It's too cold |
| The holes of my sweater... |