Do you want it to be outside,
in the cool night,
where the fog wraps itself around you?
where the stars gravitate toward you?
Where the clouds take their places for you.
I'm built to spill.
Spill from the clouds and into your head.
And yeah,
It might save time if I meet you there,
but I don't care, I'd rather wait for you .
When no one's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you.
And the wind and snow,
and the rain that blows;
none of those would matter much without you.