Crossfire Lyrics - Singles - 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 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--. 

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