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 cause it's too cold whoa for you here and now so let me hold whoa both your hands in the holes of my sweater