Hed trade his guns for love
But hes caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin up
But its not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that were blessed with
And we can't get enough, no

Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
Youd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause youre the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire

Id trade my luck to know
Why hes caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin up
To the Sun and the sound of birds
Societys anxiety
Deprives of all that were blessed with
We just can't get enough, no

Heaven, if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
Youd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause youre 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 can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
Youd be so proud of what we made

I hope you got some beds around
'Cause youre the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire

That's caught in the crossfire
Hey, yeah
That's caught in the crossfire
Ooh, ooh, that's caught in the crossfire, fire, fire
That's caught on the cross