Capo 3rd fret (in original)


[Verse 1]

       
All I am is a 

man
            
I want the wor

          
ld in my hands
           
I hate the bea

ch
            
But I stand in

 
 California 
              
with my toes i

      
n the sand
              
Use the sleeve

        
s on my sweate

r
              
Let's have an 


adventure
            
Head in the cl

              
ouds but my gr

        
avity's center

ed
             
Touch my neck 

              
and I'll touch

 
 yours
             
You in those l

             
ittle high wai

     
sted shorts


[Pre-Chorus]

Oh
             
She knows what

  
 I think about

And what I thi

nk about

One love, two 

mouths

One love, one 

house

No shirt, no b

louse

Just us, you f

ind out
            
Nothing I real

              
ly wanna tell 

           
you about, no


[Chorus]

              
'Cause it's to

       
o cold whoa
       
For you here
    
And now
             
So let me hold

  
 whoa
            
Both your hand

          
s in the holes

 of my sweater


[Verse 2]

       
And if I may j

ust take your 

breath away

I don't mind i

f there's not 

much to say

Sometimes the 

silence guides

 your mind

So move to a p

lace so far aw

ay

The goosebumps

 start to race

The minute tha

t my left hand

 meets your wa

ist

And then I wat

ched your face

Put my finger 

on your tongue
'Cause you love to taste yeah

These hearts a

dore

Everyone the o

ther beat hard

 is for


[Pre-Chorus]


Inside this pl

ace is warm

Outside it sta

rts to pour

Coming down

One love, two 

mouths

One love, one 

house

No shirt, no b

louse

Just us, you f

ind out

Nothing I real

ly wanna tell 

you about
    
No No No!


[Chorus]

              
'Cause it's to

      
o cold whoa
       
For you here
    
And now
             
So let me hold

  
 whoa
            
Both your hand

          
s in the holes

 of my sweater

              
'Cause it's to

      
o cold whoa
       
For you here
    
And now
             
So let me hold

  
 whoa
            
Both your hand

          
s in the holes

 of my sweater

    

           
Whoa, Whoa, Wh

     
oa, Whoa,

     
Whoa, whoa...
    
Whoa, whoa...(

x4)

              
'Cause it's to

      
o cold whoa
       
For you here
    
And now
             
So let me hold

  
 whoa
            
Both your hand

             
s in the holes

                     
 of my sweater

              
'Cause it's to

      
o cold whoa
       
For you...
    
And now
             
So let me hold

  
 whoa
            
Both your hand

             
s in the holes

                     
 of my sweater

            
It's too cold,

             
 it's too cold

The hands of m

y sweater.