Key: E
Introduction:
D
We've never been much chop
A
At all that sensual stuff,
F#
One of us always seems to stop
G
Before the other's had enough
D
Like a self-help manual that's been
A
written in Braille It seems
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the more that we touch The more we
G
learn about our failings
D
I'm struck speechless by the
A
nape of your neck But your
F#
requests and suggestions Have a
G
similar effect A
D
litany of prettiness
A
and pettiness, too I reckon
F#
every second second We come
G
up with something new
D G Em
I tried to write an opera for us But I
D F# Em D
didn't get that far
F# G
'Cause trying to sum you up in song
Em G F# Em
Is like catching sunlight in a jar
D A
Complex, completely credible love
F# G
The kind that is made, not handed to you from above
D A
Is difficult to talk about and harder to write
F# G
Like the rhythm of a pulse, or the contours of firelight
D A
Overblown libretto and a sumptuous score
F# G
Could never contain the contradictions I adore
D A
We can just be chaos and then something aligns
F# G
It's so hard to contain, maintain it or define it
D G Em
I tried to write another Chorus
D F# D Em D
But I didn't get that far
F# G Em
'Cause trying to sum you up in song
D F# Em
Is like catching sunlight in a jar
D F# G
It's like catching sunlight in a jar
D A G
sunlight in a jar
D F# G
sunlight in a jar