Sweater Weather

Chords and lyrics for Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

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  
D# 
the sleeves on  
Gm 
my 
 
sweater
Lets have an adventure
 
Head in  
D# 
the clouds but my gravity  
Gm 
centred
Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours
You in those little hot waisted shorts

 
D# 
Oh
 
She knows what I  
Gm 
think 
 
about
And what I think about
 
One love, two  
Cm 
mouths
 
One  
Gm 
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  
A# 
whoa
For you here
And now
Cm 
So let me hold  
Gm 
whoa
 
Both your hands  
D# 
in the holes of  
Gm 
my 
 
sweater
 
And  
C 
if I  
Gm 
may just  
D# 
take 
 
 
Cm 
your breath away
Gm 
I don’t mind  
C 
if there’s not much  
D# 
to 
 
say
 
Sometimes the silence guides your  
C 
mind
 
So move to a place  
Cm 
so far away
Gm 
The goosebumps start race
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
 
And then I watched  
D# 
your 
 
face
Cm 
Put my  
Gm 
finger on your tongue
A# 
Cos you love  
D# 
to taste  
Cm 
yeah
 
These hearts  
Gm 
(?)
Every (?)
Inside this place is warm
Outside is ice cold

 
A# 
Coming 
 
down
One love, two mouths
Cm 
One love, one  
Gm 
house
 
No  
A# 
shirts, no blouse
F 
Just us, you find out
 
Nothing  
Cm 
I really wanna  
A# 
tell 
 
 
F 
you 
 
about
No no
 
Cos it’s too  
Cm 
cold 
 
whoa
A# 
For you here
And now
 
So let me hold  
Cm 
whoa
 
Both  
A# 
your hands in  
F 
the holes of my sweater
 
Cm 
Cos it’s  
A# 
too cold whoa
 
For you  
F 
here
And now
Cm 
So let me  
A# 
hold 
 
whoa
 
Both  
F 
your hands in the holes of  
Cm 
my 
 
sweater
A# 
Whoa, whoa…
 
Whoa,  
Am 
whoa… 
 
whoa
Whoa, whoa… (x2)
D# 
 
Cos  
Cm 
it’s too cold whoa
 
For you  
A# 
here
 
And  
Gm 
now
So let me hold whoa
Cm 
Both your hands  
A# 
in the holes  
D# 
of my  
Gm 
sweater

It’s too cold whoa

For you here
D# 
And 
 
now
So let me hold whoa
 
Both your hands in the  
Gm 
holes of  
D# 
my 
 
 
Gm 
sweater
 
It’s too cold,  
A# 
it’s too cold
The hands of my sweater…