THE NEIGHBOURHOOD - SWEATER WEATHER

 SWEATER WEATHER

THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

SONGWRITERS: JEREMY FREEDMAN; JESSE RUTHERFORD & ZACHARY ABELS

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: I LOVE YOU

LABEL: THE [R]EVOLVE GROUP

GENRE: INDIE ROCK

YEAR: 2012

 

       "Sweater Weather" is the fourth song by American alternative band The Neighbourhood from their debut extended play (EP), I'm Sorry.... It was originally released as a single on March 28th, 2012 under The [R]evolve Group. It was later featured on their debut studio album, I Love You., where it served as the ninth song. It is also the album's lead single, having been re-released under Columbia Records.

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 centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh
 
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 a mind
To 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, 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
 
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 hands of my sweater.