Pink Clouds An Island

Ward Bill

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.

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.