Letra de Three Hits
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 deliveredwould 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 motionare you levee'd like a treasure only words can help me find you and this world's a fickle measure i would painfully remind youfrom a wise man to your red hand you lay covered ion our best sins three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motionwell i dream you constant stranger with your best bloods and your anger you say mother do you claim me my beloved do you blame mewell 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 motionthree hits to the heart son and the last one sings in me