Bakers Moves - Jaunt

To let up on an impulse feels good in the grass

All self consciousness settles just before bliss

End trials fill an innocent still life with fruit

On home and in mockingbird nest return to

The plague of non-paradise, oh, what it seems

Welcome to air it all out

To give in my mind is wanting so bad

To give in my mind is wanting so bad

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (Hot and cold I could only imagine)

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (Hot and cold I could only imagine)

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (Hot and cold I could only imagine)

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh (Hot and cold I could only imagine)

Imagine, imagine

Imagine

To give in my mind is wanting so bad

To give in my mind is wanting so bad