sweater weather x mylancore

Let's have an adventure. Head in the clouds but my gravity's tethered. Touch my neck and I'll touch yours. You in those little high-waisted shorts, Oh. She knows what I think about. And what I think about. Two mouths. One love, one house. No shirt, no blouse. You find out. can tell you about, No. 'Cause too cold whoa for you Here. And now, So let me hold whoa your hands In the hole of my sweater. Some things take your breath away. I don't mind if there's not much to say. Sometimes the silence guides minds 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 had 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 I can tell you about, No. 'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here. And now, so let me hold whoa both Your hands in the hole of my sweater. 'Cause it's too cold whoa for you here. And now, so let me hold whoa Both your hands in the hole of Sweater. Whoa.