Is this dirt am I on, is it flesh and blood?
When I reach my hands in, I don’t know where I am
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 sensei n the morning

Oh oh…It’s a little strange
Oh oh…It’s a little…strange
It’ll all make sense
It’ll all make sense…in the morning