All these thoughts.

All these thoughts running through my mind.
Looking for one to grab and find.
Who are you?
And who am I?
As the lights went down and we'd faked our deaths,
Through tear stained glass,
we saw a glimpse,
Of all the thoughts inside our minds
Looking for one to grab and find.
Who are you?
And who am I?
And what could we be as one?
Without your secrets,
And my lies.