Brandon Flowers

Asked by the door to get to heaven
Seven trumpets big and bright
You hear it coming in the middle of the night
A caution to the children
Time to turn your crimson white
We've all got reservations
Trials will come suddenly
And without explanation
But you were born with goodness
You were born with goodness wherever you go
I'm right behind you in the light of hope
I'll be beside you on that dusty road
And if you get by, well that's alright
Wicked winds blow with grace and might
Cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the star