Chris Bathgate - O(h)m Тексты

NYC and away I run,
off to a city with a coat unfathomed.
Genesee and the day has come
to cast a blow I can't recover

from.
Om
Ohm
O(h)m

LIC and my tongue is caught
deep in the belly of a thought untraveled.
Genesee and the jig is up,
my tongue is tied,
my secrets covered

up.
Uhp
U(h)p
Oh