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