Grace for Drowning - Steven Wilson

I’m a collector, I collect anything I find

I never throw anything away that’s mine

And I’d collect you too if I was given half a chance

And trap you under the glass and add my autograph

I catalog, I preserve, and I index

And file you into my collectable Rolodex

I keep the rubbish what other people give away

And keep all of the pieces in a metal tray

Hoard — Collect — File — Index

Catalog — Preserve — Amass — INDEX

I’m a collector and I’ve always been misunderstood

I like the things that people seem to always overlook

I gather up and catalog it in a book I wrote

There’s so much now that I forget if I don’t make a note

If I collected you and put you in a little cage

I could take you out and study you every day

It isn’t easy being me, it’s kind of lonely work

My obligation to collecting is my only thirst