Glory

In your hospital bed
The papery sheets were rustling
And maybe until you're dead
They won't take you seriously

Is it for the best?
Is it for the best?
Is it for the best?
Is it for the best?

The entire outside world
Is scratching at your door
Whistling by your windows
And blaring through your blinds
In glory, glory comes the morning
With our love in her palms
We praise her fleeting presence
With a plethora of psalms
We pray she might not squeeze too tight
And leave us for the morrow
To hold our love limp in our arms
Then toss it in the barrow

Is it for the best?
Is it for the best?
Is it for the best?

Yes it is
Yes it is
Yes it is
Yes it is

If I could have my way
I'd put a bubble around you
Keep you safe inside
Keep you
But I hope there is
Someone in bed with you
Holding with their smiling arms
Wrapped around you

It is for the best
It is for the best
It is for the best