Crossfire

Crossfire - Stephen

He'd trade his guns for love

But he's caught in the crossfire

And he keeps wakin' up

But it's 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 sent 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

'Cause you're the only refuge now

For every mother every child every brother

That's caught in the crossfire

That'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 the sound of birds

Society's anxiety

Deprives of all that we're blessed with

We just can't get enough no

Heaven if you sent 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

'Cause 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

Whose 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

So heaven if you sent us down

So we could build a playground

For the sinners to play as saints

You'd be so proud of what we made

I hope you got some beds around

'Cause 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 on the cross