The essential argument is that a clown never fits for a crown, yet he desires no less than everybody else.
And its too cold for you here, and now.
So let me hold both your hand, in the holes of my sweater.
Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood.
The tune and its title fits perfectly, taking me straight to days where calming gloomy cloud hangs over our head and the cool breeze sways the tip of your veil.