Crossfire

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

Ahh ahh ahh

That’s caught in the crossfire

Ahh ahh ahh

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!

Ahh ahh ahh

That’s caught in the crossfire

Ahh ahh ahh ohh Ahh ahh ahh ooh..

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

(woah Who’s caught in the cross-fire-fire)

Who’s caught on the cross