Bill Ward

Pink clouds, an island.
Its a place
Where I can hide.
Selfishly I cling to
Parts of me
Im afraid I might find.
Pink clouds, an island,
It insulates me
From letting you know
That Im quietly dying.
I live here
When I dont want to grow.
Im alone
Out here again.
Goodbye, over,
And It really doesnt matter,
Matter.
[Repeat Chorus]
And it really doesnt matter
Matter.
And it really doesnt matter
Matter.
And it really doesnt matter
Matter.
And it really doesnt matter
Matter.
[ Pink Clouds An Island Lyrics ]