Crossfire

He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But its not to the sound of birds

The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no

Heaven if you send us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around

Cuz' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire

I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and sound of birds

Society's, anxiety
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough

Heaven if you send us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around

Cuz' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire

Can I trust what I'm given
When faith still needs a gun
Who's ammunition
Justifies the wrong

And I can't see, from the backseat
So I'm asking from above
Can I trust what I'm given
Even when it cuts

Heaven if you send us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around

Cuz' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire

Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire

Who's caught on the cros