in your hospital bed the papery sheets are 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 blaring through your blinds in glory, glory comes the morning with our love cupped 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 i hope someone is in your bed with smiling arms around you it is for the best it is for the best it is for the best