Amy Ray - 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 levee'd like a treasure Only words can help me find you And this world's a fickle measure I would painfully remind you From 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 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