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
