Ain't Home

I like it how it grooves Groove the f*ck out of me Just groove the f*ck out of me Feels like a sunny afternoon Sunk in the sun on a saturday Skin soaked in electric turquoise Intimacy is lifting a chorus I'm hearing the gospel voices Stepping on pastel orange Ain't home but I feel so Alone but I feel something Ain't home but I feel so Alone but I feel something This time ain't no ticking no faster No motion is wrapping the blur Chained to the chair like a straight jacket Mood got the streaming to flood Our love got me spilling the nectar I'm dipped in the light of the moon Honey drips like from a faucet Constantly seeking for that cure