Anything Made Of Paper

Anything Made Of Paper - Bill Carter

When I come to see you,

What will I bring

The wisdom of a poet,

The colour of a dream

And I leave with three roses

Made from a magazine

More beautiful to me than

Any flowers in the stream

And I feel the summer turn into fall

And anything made of paper

That's all,that’s all

In the shadows of religion

Some think we find the truth

But innocence is stricken

Without an ounce of proof

While the wheels of injustice

Can turn mighty fast

Another blood moon

Of October will silently pass

With words of love in a telephone call

And anything made of paper,

That’s all

Anything made of paper,

That’s all

In the inside world where bitterness grows

And late at night on an angel’s wing

You hold on till tomorrow

To see what it may bring

Any news, no matter how small

And anything made of paper

That’s all, that’s all

Anything made of paper

Anything made of paper

That’s all, that’s all

Anything made of paper

Anything made of paper,

That’s all

Anything made of paper

Anything made of paper

That’s all