The Collector lyrics

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