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