Is this dirt am I on, 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 oh... it's a little strange
Oh oh... it's a little... strange
It will all make sense
It will all make sense... in the morning.