Stephen
Lyricist: Stephen Composer: Stephen
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 streets
Deprived of all that we're 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
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, who's caught in the crossfire
I'd trade 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 can 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, who'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
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 and every child, every brother
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire, baby, baby
Who's caught on the cross