Sunlight In A Jar

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