Is this dirt and mud or is it flesh and blood? When I reach my hands in, I don't know 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'll all make sense It'll all make sense in the morning