Shadow Boxing - Newton Faulkner

If you’re feeling what I’m feeling

Pass it on and let it show

Stop lying to yourself

If you’re seeking what I’m seeking

Drop your gun and let it go

Stop denying it to yourself

The mark of your time, the touch of the line,

The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,

We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,

We’re closer tonight

So hope that it gets home

So hope that it gets home

Cuz I feel like shadow boxing

When in the end that’s simply freedom

Sitting there at home with her

Sitting there at home with her

If you’re feeling what I’m feeling we were binded long ago

You and I and noone else

If you’re dreaming what I’m dreaming close your eyes and feel at home

Light the fire in yourself

The mark of your time, the touch of the line,

The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,

We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,

We’re closer tonight

So hope that it gets home

So hope that it gets home

Cuz I feel like shadow boxing

When in the end that’s simply freedom

Sitting there at home with her

Sitting there at home with her

The mark of your time, the touch of the line,

The instant it drops you’re filled too desire,

We could survive if only it we tried to feel what we like,

We’re closer tonight

So hope that it gets home

So hope that it gets home

Cuz I feel like shadow boxing

When in the end that’s simply freedom

Sitting there at home with her

Sitting there at home with her