Crossfire

He'd trade his guns for love

But he's caught in the crossfire

And he keeps waking up

But it's not to the sound of birds

The tyranny, the violent street

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 play go 'round

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 train my luck to know

Why he's caught in the crossfire

And I'm here waking 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 play go 'round

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 a 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

So Heaven if you sent us down

So we can build a play go 'round

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

That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire baby, baby

That's caught on the cross