That's True

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