Stephen - Crossfire | Текст песни

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• Stephen
• 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 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,
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 cross