It Will All Make Sense In The Morning

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.