Right Behind You - 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

I break your word over me Sinking in the quicksand

Break your word, but don’t you see

You’re breaking me down now?

I’m right behind you in the light of hope

I’ll be beside you on that dusty road

When no one expects you to deny

And no one accepts your reasons why

You cling to the ways of my name

When you touch the star

No one expects you to deny

And no one accepts your reasons why

You cling to the ways of my name

When you touch the star