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 on my sweater
lets have an adventure 
head in the clouds but my gravity centred
touch my neck and i'll touch yours 
you in those little hot waisted shorts 

oh 
she knows what i think about 
and what i think about
one love, two mouths
one love, one house 
no shirts, no blouse 
just us, you find out 
nothing i really wanna tell you about no 
cos it's too cold whoa
for you here
and now 
so let me hold whoa
both your hands in the holes of my sweater