Is this dirt and mud or is it flesh and blood?
When I reach my hands in, I can’t tell where I end
This will all make sense in the morning
This will all make sense in the morning

Are these roots and leaves, or is this a part of me?
When I reach my hands in, I feel life absorbing
This will all make sense in the morning
This will all make sense in the morning

Oh, it’s a little strange
Oh, it’s a little strange
It will all make sense
It will all make sense in the morning