He trade his guns for love, but he's caught in a crossfire. And he keeps waking up, but it's not to the sound of birds :: 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 made. I hope you got some beds around, cuz your the only refuge now. For every mother, every child, every brother - That's caught in a crossfire