It's a muddy dance that breaks a few It's funny for a week or two We get rosy faced and wait to lose Our money to the air So drink and eat the cup Are we waiting too much to believe in love? It's all peaks and troughs On our way to the grave We are drunk enough And wanting to forget about love Ready the fortune here Under anonymous trees The ditch becomes a legacy As we drink and eat the cup Are we waiting too much to believe in love? It's all peaks and troughs On our way to the grave We are drunk enough It's all peaks and troughs and graves to me Don't trust the peak, but the rest is easy Peaks and troughs and graves to me High-line feats and balance beams It's all peaks and troughs and graves to me Don't trust the peak, but the rest is easy Peaks and troughs and graves to me High-line feats and balance beams