Stories of the past Make my heart ache The shining of the stars Will make the earth quake Gone too far The angels start to sing DAS ENDE IST NAH And pain is what it brings I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand In the grass In the hills of the land Called blue moon Blue moon I heard it in a dream Don't sell your soul Now there's a need to scream And need to change my world Cause stories of the past Make my heart ache Time goes too fast For my sake