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