James Harris - Sweater weather

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'll find out
Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no, no, 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
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, the holes of my sweater