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.