Hidden away, it's the end of a day and you're not really thinking at all

There's that same stupid paper on the wall

And a stain where the damp's crawling



He's still looking for his Shangri-La

But he wouldn't know it if it hit him in the face, if it hit him in the face



Day turns to daze and indifference plays

While a sun goes on beating in the sky

And a small child falls over as she cries, somewhere someone is calling her



She's still looking for her Shangri-La

But she wouldn't know it if it hit her in the face, if it hit her in the face



I take a look behind me and the sun shines brighter there

And the people much more beautiful, in a place without a care

And I'm wondering if there'll ever be room for me in Shangri-La



Wondering now, do you love me, and now, as I burn with a dangerous desire

Is my time up and on to the next fire

Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire, do you think we will ever learn



As we keep looking for our Shangri-La, our Shangri-La

But we wouldn't know it if it hit us in the face, if it hit us in the face



If it his us in the face... (repeats out)



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