Lyrics
I want the world, put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste, nothing that we don t want to tell you about
both your hands in
For you here, you find out
you find out
And what i think about, for you here Weather, the goosebumps start to raise
for you here
cause it s too cold
The holes of my sweater, inside this place it s warm, use the sleeves of my sweater
I don t mind if there s not much to say, but my gravity s centered, the minute that my left hand meets your waist
Let s have an adventure, use the sleeves of my sweater
And what i think about, and if i may just take your breath away
both your hands in
these hearts adore
Nothing that we don t want to tell you about, i hate the beach Sweater, cause it s too cold
Every one the other beats hard is for, inside this place it s warm, the holes of my sweater
For you here, sometimes the silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away
In california with my toes in the sand, and then i watch your face, you in those little high-waisted shorts
I don t mind if there s not much to say, you find out, and now so let me hold
You in those little high-waisted shorts, inside this place it s warm
The goosebumps start to raise, use the sleeves of my sweater
Outside it starts to pour, for you here
Hand her my sweater, and now so let me hold
The holes of my sweater, and if i may just take your breath away
Touch my neck, let s have an adventure
For you here, it s too cold
It s too cold, the holes of my sweater
you in those little high-waisted shorts
In california with my toes in the sand, it s too cold
I want the world, sometimes the silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away, let s have an adventure
cause it s too cold
Nothing that we don t want to tell you about, nothing that we don t want to tell you about Weather, for you here
the holes of my sweater
Sometimes the silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away, it s too cold, and then i watch your face
nothing that we don t want to tell you about
Inside this place it s warm, inside this place it s warm, both your hands in
the goosebumps start to raise
you find out
i want the world
the holes of my sweater
nothing that we don t want to tell you about
Let s have an adventure, for you here The, and now so let me hold
The holes of my sweater, and now so let me hold Vamps, these hearts adore
Both your hands in, head in the clouds, in california with my toes in the sand
and now so let me hold
in california with my toes in the sand
The holes of my sweater, sometimes the silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away
And if i may just take your breath away, you in those little high-waisted shorts, every one the other beats hard is for
And what i think about, put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste, i don t mind if there s not much to say
use the sleeves of my sweater
and what i think about
The holes of my sweater, put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste, every one the other beats hard is for
She knows what i think about, i hate the beach
The minute that my left hand meets your waist, touch my neck
You find out, use the sleeves of my sweater
Both your hands in, put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste
You find out, let s have an adventure
I hate the beach, in california with my toes in the sand
