Peach Tin Shed

I wanna live in a peach tin shed Out in the middle of nowhere A place that I can call my own A peach tin shed I can call my home I burn the pictures in their box Don't want reminding of what I've lost Cause I don't need the life I had In that old box it'll never last Maybe it's for the best Maybe it's for the best Time is cold in the end Maybe it's for the best I'll play piano in my underwear Probably gonna shave off all my hair No one to judge, nothing to prove In my underwear I'm bulletproof But I miss the nights you'd keep me warm Wake me up to watch a thunderstorm But you were just a metaphor for love Couldn't keep me warm in... Maybe it's for the best Maybe it's for the best Time is cold in the end Maybe it's for the best The way I'm feeling now I'll still forget When I'm looking at the hills From my peach tin shed Looking at the hills Looking at the hills Looking over you Maybe it's for the best Maybe it's for the best Time is cold in the end Maybe it's for the best Maybe it's for the best Maybe it's for the best Time is cold in the end Maybe it's for the best