The Collector meets Image of a Group - Sarah Nixey

There was a boy who never smiled

Spent his time chasing butterflies

So carefully he put them in a case

No one saw his fine collection

Safe behind a wall of glass

For posterity he locked their beauty away

He believed they were better off that way

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

It’s become a quiet obsession

Destroying all the things you love

So patiently just waiting for the chance

And stop this merry dance

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

You cast your net and pull me in

You always win this game

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession

It’s become a quiet obsession