Pink Clouds An Island

Pink clouds, an island. It's a place Where I can hide. Selfishly I cling to Parts of me I'm afraid I might find. Pink clouds, an island, It insulates me From letting you know That I'm quietly dying. I live here When I don't want to grow. I'm alone Out here again. Goodbye, over, And It really doesn't matter, Matter. [Repeat Chorus] And it really doesn't matter Matter. And it really doesn't matter Matter. And it really doesn't matter Matter. And it really doesn't matter Matter.