The Collector

I'm a collector of beautiful things

I capture and keep them

And pin down their wings

Red butterflies

Green dragonflies

Pretty blue beetles

But she will be

My most precious prize

I'm a collector of beautiful things

I capture and keep them

And pin down their wings

No longer free

She begs to be free

With no-one to help her

She'll learn to care

Depending on me

No longer free

She begs to be free

With no-one to help her

She'll learn to care

Depending on me

I'm a collector of beautiful things

And I have collected a beautiful dream