I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the song lyrics either, they belong to Lacuna Coil
Stars (Sequal to "Cold")
Is it asking too much to be given time?
He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe where he was! Of all the dreadful places to be, away from her was the worst.
To know these songs and to sing them?
She had the most beautiful voice. An angel's alto, he called it. He only called it that so she would blush. Her cheeks were so morose that a little color made her at least look more alive.
Is it asking too much of my vancant smile, and my laugh and lies that bring them?
There had been no trial, if there was he was sure she would have been there. She knew the truth. The only thing keeping him mentally alive was thinking of him. It wasn't a happy memory, so the souless bastards couldn't take it away, his thoughts were obsessive. When he got out, someone was going to die.
But as the stars are going out, and this stage is full of nothing. And the friends have all but gone, for my life I'm singing.
She finished the song and waited for the crowd to react. It didn't take long, they cheered and threw roses at her feet, it meant nothing. She knew the truth. She knew but now there was no way anyone else would. She retreated back-stage where an old friend watched. He smiled, she didn't.
We'll leave out hearts outside, leave our lives behind and watch the stars go out.
Both knew it was unlikely they would see their friend again. That was two friends lost now, not just one. One dead, one suffering a fate much worse. The stars weren't half as bright as they left the theater.
Is it asking too much of my favorite friends, to take these songs for real?
When she performed, the audience thought it was all a show. The way her voice shook as the memories flooded back. Every single star lit night spent away from the prying eyes of the world. To her friend's surprize, her arms linked around his waist and she pressed her face against his shoulder.
Is it asking too much of my partner's hands, to take these songs for real?
"Not fair..." she sobbed. She sang every night so he might hear her. He, so far away and probably lost in his own despair. She often wondered if she was asking to much to have him hear her.
Is it asking too much?
Is it asking too much?
Her friend was at a loss for words, which was normal. When she held him, he often did little more than tell her everything would be over soon. He knew that somehow there was a way out. He knew his friend too well to think he had given up.
We'll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind and watch the stars go out.
Stars (Sequal to "Cold")
Is it asking too much to be given time?
He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe where he was! Of all the dreadful places to be, away from her was the worst.
To know these songs and to sing them?
She had the most beautiful voice. An angel's alto, he called it. He only called it that so she would blush. Her cheeks were so morose that a little color made her at least look more alive.
Is it asking too much of my vancant smile, and my laugh and lies that bring them?
There had been no trial, if there was he was sure she would have been there. She knew the truth. The only thing keeping him mentally alive was thinking of him. It wasn't a happy memory, so the souless bastards couldn't take it away, his thoughts were obsessive. When he got out, someone was going to die.
But as the stars are going out, and this stage is full of nothing. And the friends have all but gone, for my life I'm singing.
She finished the song and waited for the crowd to react. It didn't take long, they cheered and threw roses at her feet, it meant nothing. She knew the truth. She knew but now there was no way anyone else would. She retreated back-stage where an old friend watched. He smiled, she didn't.
We'll leave out hearts outside, leave our lives behind and watch the stars go out.
Both knew it was unlikely they would see their friend again. That was two friends lost now, not just one. One dead, one suffering a fate much worse. The stars weren't half as bright as they left the theater.
Is it asking too much of my favorite friends, to take these songs for real?
When she performed, the audience thought it was all a show. The way her voice shook as the memories flooded back. Every single star lit night spent away from the prying eyes of the world. To her friend's surprize, her arms linked around his waist and she pressed her face against his shoulder.
Is it asking too much of my partner's hands, to take these songs for real?
"Not fair..." she sobbed. She sang every night so he might hear her. He, so far away and probably lost in his own despair. She often wondered if she was asking to much to have him hear her.
Is it asking too much?
Is it asking too much?
Her friend was at a loss for words, which was normal. When she held him, he often did little more than tell her everything would be over soon. He knew that somehow there was a way out. He knew his friend too well to think he had given up.
We'll take our hearts outside, leave our lives behind and watch the stars go out.