The Collector Lyrics & Chords By Tol-puddle Martyrs

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...read more

All mine, when the body wakes up All mine, when the body falls down You won't sleep when you lie with me Knuckle and bone come rattle at the window All mine, gall and liver ...read more

Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box. He met them, He kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day, when Nothing's left, no nothing's left to...read more

So here is justice Another someone Disappears last week You say you saw someone hanging around Did he look like me? Twenty-five missing now No-one looks to me The land of the...read more

He's collecting all his pictures from his past To set things straight finally Rearranging order One, two, and three He's been breathing in Our cancer all his life While...read more