Looking For Shangri-La - Tribes

If a man is judged by his word

In a world under a current

Then who am I to offer you protection?

In this land of pleasure and sin

Of love and suffering

Would you sell your soul in return for your redemption?

Shangri-la, carry on

Home at last, in time for all the fun

Like a man condemned for his crimes

Forever innocent in his mind

When I think of you, I see my own reflection

From the cradle to the grave

When all that’s left is what’s been said

With your final breath, would you offer me direction?

Shangri-la, carry on

Home at last, in time for all the fun

Shangri-la, carry on

Home at last, in time for all the fun

Shangri-la nana nana na na na na nana