We face a lost horizon
The end of all we know
The dogma all pervasive flow
The haste and all the restraint
Riding for a fall
The shallowness has kept us small
We're all in dire need
Of help to come
Back to affinity
To finally come undone
The powers of perception
Have often gone astray
A down-right shame, the price to pay
A storm so punishing here
Will bring the about-turn
To go the distance and return
We came from miles around
With hopes that never died
Closley guarded secrets
In mystery, they're attired
The road to Shangri-La
The last realm of the soul is a mystery
The spell of Shangri-La
An Arcadian dream can be our treasury
The road to Shangri-La
The last realm of the soul is a mystery
The spell of Shangri-La
An Arcadian dream can be our treasury
(The road to Shangri-La)
Road to Shangri-La
The land behind the times is a mystery
(Time is a mystery here)
(The peace of Shangri-La)
Shangri-La
(Is a mental gem of men without boundaries)
Shangri-La
