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
