Shangri La La

I left my baby in Shangri La, she would not leave

And when she broke my heart I wore it on my sleeve

Now there's a ghost in me, and it's making everything I see

Look like a post card dream, I want to send right back to me, love....

She caught like fire, making ashes out of me

She's a trip wire, she made a frightful mess out of me

I woke up thinking maybe she's got second thoughts

So I packed my bags and went right back to Shangri La

And now she is right by me, but she is telling me I'm gonna have to leave

The whole thing is just a bad dream