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
She caught like fire, making ashes out of me
She's a trip wire, she made a frightful mess out of me
She caught like fire, making ashes out of me
She's a trip wire...
No I won't go back, won't go back!
