Sweater Weather

Sweater Weather
And 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 centred
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts

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
The holes of my sweater
The holes of my sweater
I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
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 your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love the taste, yeah
These hearts adore
Everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour

Comin' 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 at all
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
Too cold for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
The holes of my sweater
She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
('Cause it's too cold for you here)
She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
(And now, so let me hold)
One love, one house
She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
(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
En esta vibrante canción de 'Pentatonix' llamada 'Sweater Weather', nos sumergimos en un relato íntimo y apasionado. El protagonista, simplemente un hombre, anhela el mundo en sus manos, a pesar de su disgusto por la playa...