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 price
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 learns to keep depending on me
No longer free she begs to be free
With no one to help her she learns to keep depending on me
I’m a collector of beautiful things
And I have collected a beautiful dream