I want the world in my hands
But I stand In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I′ll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts
He knows what I think about
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Just take your breath away
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
Everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Nothing that I wouldn′t wanna tell you about, no, no, no
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater