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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
