On cold days it's easy
To button the mouth against kisses
To dust the breasts with talcum
Forget the red of the heart
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
On those days the heart beats
Beats like a digital clock
Chilly as green neon
Luminous in the dark
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
I think I can live without it
Love with its pumping blood
Sex with its messy hungers
Men with their peacock strut
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
I'm zipped into my body suit
I'm wearing seven league suede boots
I'm marching over cobblestones
Like heads of men I've known
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming (coming)
Becoming a nun
