"Nun" lyrics - CECILE MCLORIN SALVANT

Her gilded hand, her emerald nails
Her palm at the center of it
A little velvet box of jewels
Ruby, lava, blood
The eyelid against the sun
Silk stretched taut like a drum
Her needlework, her bleeding thumb
The steeple and the chapel and the nun

Her charismata, gifts of healing
Gifts of miracles, gifts of prophecy
And different kind of tongues
To speak, to taste
To lick, to flick
Like a snake against an apple