Is it cause I love sweater,
Or is it the weather?
Which is taking me to the cold,
Cozy little place,
When a blow of warm air passes through my young but old soul,
In the ice cold winter,
In the 3rd of December,
Wishing to be in your sweater,
In the mesmerizing weather.
The weather got me thinking,
When it snowing outside,
Would you come to me,
And ask me to make our snowman?
Will you come?
Will you ask me to dance while it's snowing?
Will you give me your sweater?
Or leave me alone in this weather?
If you say,
I might just take your breath away,
There will not be any words left,
For you to speak,
The goosebumps start to raise,
The minute that our eyes meet eachother,
The second I get to feel the cold embrace of your heart,
The moment you get closer to me,
In this cozy weather,
Would you maybe like to share a sweater?