Текст песни 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 can't tell where I end. 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. Oh, it's a little strange It will all make sense in the morning.