The Collector Meets Image Of A Group

(Clip those wings)
(Clip those wings)
(Clip those wings)
And stop this merry dance

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