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



this song is for the rats who hurled themselves into the ocean
when they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold were just about to blow





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▼ Sara Katt
2011-08-12 21:43:41 // URL: http://kitzekatze.blogspot.com

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