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