One of a billion little lightsFlicker, look fragile from the outsideBut there’s a fire raging brightAnd the more you dim it the more it shines
(Coz) Stars don’t burn out they just move on (like me and you)They don’t fall down they find another home (to go on to)
Stars don’t burn out they just move on (like me and you)They don’t fall down they find another home (to go on to)

Supernova’s are meant to explode
Stars keep on burning, they never get old
Supernova’s are meant to explode
Stars keep on burning, they never get old

Can’t hold us down, we’re our own gravityAnd the tighter you hold the more we’ll fight to be freeYeah, all of these billion little lightsJoin together and shoot across the sky

(Coz) Stars don’t burn out they just move on (like me and you)They don’t fall down they find another home (to go on to)
Stars don’t burn out they just move on (like me and you)They don’t fall down they find another home (to go on to)

Supernova’s are meant to explode
Stars keep on burning, they never get old
Supernova’s are meant to explode
Stars keep on burning, they never get old

Rodolfo
O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso
di mite circonfuso alba lunar
in te, vivo ravviso il sogno
ch'io vorrei sempre sognar!
Mimì
Ah! tu sol comandi, amor!…
Rodolfo
Fremon già nell'anima
le dolcezze estreme,
nel bacio freme amor!
Mimì
Oh! come dolci scendono
le sue lusinghe al core…
tu sol comandi, amore!…
No, per pietà!
Rodolfo
Sei mia!
Mimì
V'aspettan gli amici…
Rodolfo
Già mi mandi via?
Mimì
Vorrei dir… ma non oso…
Rodolfo
Dì
Mimì
Se venissi con voi?
Rodolfo
Che?… Mimì?
Sarebbe così dolce restar qui.
C'è freddo fuori.
Mimì
Vi starò vicina!…
Rodolfo
E al ritorno?
Mimì
Curioso!
Rodolfo
Dammi il braccio, mia piccina.
Mimì
Obbedisco, signor!
Rodolfo
Che m'ami di'…
Mimì
Io t'amo!
Juntos
Amor! Amor! Amor!

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone