Lyrics Bakers Moves - Jaunt

Bakers Moves

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