Power of Three

[Verse 1]
Old house on a crooked hill
Dust on the frame
But the air stands still
Three names carved in the banister rail
Prue in the lead
Never lets them fail
Piper stirs storms in a quiet breath
Freezes the room at the edge of death
Phoebe sees futures in a flash of light
Heart on her sleeve
But her fists still fight
[Chorus]
Power of three
When our hands all meet
Every shadow in the corner learns to bleed
We don’t run
We don’t hide
We draw a circle
Step inside
Sisters in armor you can’t see
(yeah, yeah)
This is the Power of Three
[Verse 2]
Pages turn in the midnight glow
Ink starts to move
Spells start to grow
Footsteps echo at the attic door
Another dark stranger on the crooked floor
Prue stands tall like a sharpened blade
Piper holds steady when the walls all shake
Phoebe’s eyes burn with a secret plan
One word spoken and the flames expand
[Chorus]
Power of three
When our hands all meet
Every shadow in the corner learns to bleed
We don’t run
We don’t hide
We draw a circle
Step inside
Sisters in armor you can’t see
(oh, you’ll see)
This is the Power of Three
[Bridge]
We were just girls in a haunted home
Learning that “different” could mean “strong”
If the dark keeps coming
Let it come
We’ve got each other
We’re never done
[Chorus]
Power of three
When our hearts believe
Every broken
Battered soul can still be freed
We won’t bow
We won’t break
We hold the line
Whatever it takes
Sisters in armor you can’t see
(stand with me)
This is the Power of Three

Cinematic pop-rock with female vocals; verse built on pulsing low synth and toms that bloom into a wide, anthemic chorus with distorted guitars and airy pads. Subtle choral “ahh”s under the hook, tight drums with big room reverb on the snare. Bridge drops to piano and distant percussion, then final chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a soaring lead ad-lib.