Lyrics for Sociometry from Shakugan no Shana II by Kotoko (Ending #2)
inoru tensei ni mugen no you na toki ga tomaru

itsuka todokimasu ka
kuuhaku darake motsureru koe

sen no wakusei o tsunaida you ni tsukazuhanarezu

tameiki tsuku tabi kuzurete yuku BARANSU
kasaneta jikan o tashikani kanjita no ni

mune no guren de uzuku no wa tenchi fumei no paragramme
kimi no kotoba o sotto kurikaeshita
massugu ni te o nobashite kako mo mirai mo furete mitai
yakeru omoi ni kaketa ima I believe

tsumoru utsugoto ni
heibon na kyou o aishihajimeta

kodou no genkai kimete nani ga dekiru no
susumu to chikatta kimochi uso ja nai no ni

mune no guren o tsuranuita kanojo no koe wa epigram
osore tachikiri kuu o niramitsuketa
inochi sae sashidaseru to unazukiau chiisa na kage
mamoru mono no tame kowashiteku irony

ochita hakuhen ni fuusetsu no you na toki ga tomaru

mune no guren de kishimu no wa fuzoroi ni narabu tangram
gumon nagesute futto furikaereba
massugu ni hitomi muketa itsuka no koe ga yomigaeru
deau sono imi o shiritakute I cleave

I pray to the heavenly stars; the dreamlike time stops...

Will it reach you someday?
A tangled voice filled with blank spaces

As if having connected a thousand planets, I remain indecisive

Every time when I sigh, the balance crumbles
Even though I definitely felt the time we shared

What aches with the crimson in my chest is a missing paragramme
I quietly repeated your words
I want to reach my hand straight out and try touching the past and future, too
I hung onto my burning thoughts, now, I believe

In the accumulating melancholies
I began to love the "ordinary today"

Deciding on the limit of my pulse, what can I do?
Even though my feeling of having vowed to advance isn't a lie...

Her voice that pierced through the crimson of my chest is an epigram
I severed fear and glared at the void
Little shadows nod to each other, that they can even offer up their lives
For the sake of things I protect, I destroy irony

In the fallen flakes, the snowstorm-like time stops...

What creaks with the crimson of my chest is an unevenly arranged tangram
If I throw away the stupid questions and suddenly look back
I turned my eyes straight toward you, the voice from another day revives
Wanting to know the meaning why I meet you, I cleave