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 jarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
