| Song | The Collector |
| Artist | Sarah Nixey |
| Album | The Collector |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| There was a boy who never smiled | |
| Spent his time chasing butterflies | |
| So carefully 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 | |
| The boy who never smiled | |
| Took beauty as his prisoner | |
| Kept chasing butterflies | |
| And now he’s the collector |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| There was a boy who never smiled | |
| Spent his time chasing butterflies | |
| So carefully 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 | |
| The boy who never smiled | |
| Took beauty as his prisoner | |
| Kept chasing butterflies | |
| And now he' s the collector |