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 hill of the land called Blue Moon
I heard it in a dream Don't sell your soul Now there's a need to scream A need to change my role 'Cause stories of the past Make my heart 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 hill of the land called Blue MoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
