Stories of the past   Make my heart ache   The shinig of the stars   Will make the earth quake   Gone too far   The angels start to sing   DAS ENDE IST DA   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 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 heart it in a dream   Don’t sell your soul   Now there’s a need to scream   ‘Cause stories of the past   Make my heard ache   Time goes too fast   For my sake      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