Sunlight in a Jar - The Lucksmiths

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