Crossfire Lyrics

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 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

Deprived

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 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

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

And every child

Every brother

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

Who's caught in the crossfire

Who's caught on the crossfire baby, baby

Who's caught on the cross--.