Tombolo - Process Lyrics

Rolling punches, almost always
Waking up now, to be conscious

Power out, the fields still ploughed
Moving mouths, shaping these sounds

Take your plate, and put the seed in soil
It's breathing sun rays, ah
The process is amazing I can feel my skin its aging

Making tables, breaking jungle
Some think they have it all what others have it may seem small

But it's not weight that determines what is real
It's where your hearts placed
Ah, I found this out in a little house,
That a man had built with his little hands
And all I did was ahhhhh