Letras de 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