Three Hits Lyrics

Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion One could send you down the river Three's a strange way to be delivered
Would you trade your words for freedom? That's a barter for a blind man Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion
Are you leveed like a treasure? Only words can help me find you And this world's a fickle measure I will painfully remind you
From a wise man to your red hand You lay covered in our best sins Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion
Well I dream you constant stranger With your best bloods and your anger You say, "Mother do you claim me?" My beloved do you blame me? Well the first two might release you But the last one sings in me son
Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion Three hits to the heart son And the last one sings in me