That's True - Wheatus

We both have a darker side

Planets for our suns to hide

Drowned in sulfur oceans

Ringed by singularities

Here we talking me and you

Whispered moonshine wind for two

Busted building castles

In the woods back home

With the one you love the most

Alone

Love is death with cyanide

A broken promise and stubborn pride

A crumbling vampire fortress

From the age of stones

Nothing smart and nothing right

Come to make the happy die

Dusty wind swept ours is

Dowsed in bullet holes

Like the stories that get told

By a poison ghost