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.