All this running around I can't fight it much longer Something's tryin' to get out And it's never been closer If my take-off fails Make up some other story But if I never come back Tell my mother I'm sorry I cannot vanish, you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it You were not thinking that I will not do it They be lovin' someone and I'm another story

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 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 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 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, 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 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now Let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater And it's too cold, it's too cold The holes of my sweater