Bill Ward
Текст песни 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.