The Collector

If i had everyone i know in my own little box

If they were laid out before me like so many precious rocks

If the lonely wind started to'blow colder,

I'd put one on my shoulder

Put if they ever started lying or they're fighting or just cryin'

I could toss 'em in that box of mine and they'd be gone

Gone, gone, gone (they'd be gone, gonegonegone)

If i'd my own little darkroom with all my thoughts

In black and white in the basement, hung up beneath the clocks

I'd always know what it was i was thinking

Even if i'd been drinking

If i ever felt enveloped by a thought that i 'd developed

I'd just crop it up and sell it and then fella's well it'd be gone

I tell ya gone, gone, gone

If i could just hold on, to everything

I could just hold on, and nothing would go missing

If i can just hold on

I will have everything

If i had all of our words reeled below me on tape

I could just stop and eject if i needed to escape

And if i ever just needed some company

It'd be spinning in front of me

But if there ever was a word that you had said i don't deserve

Then i could take it and then splice out what i heard and then it'd be gone - gone, gone, gone

I will collect you

Bit by bit, one by one

I will collect you

Piece by piece, stone by stone

I will collect you.. bone by bone