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