Sarah Nixey — The Collector meets Pete Davis lyrics

Lyrics

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
It’s become a quiet obsession
Destroying all the things you love
So patiently just waiting for the chance
To clip those wings 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