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