There are thieves outside our window

They don't belong

They don't belong

Is there nothing sacred or hallowed?

It's time to move on

We've got to move on, and leave this all behind.

Because this house is getting colder

These shadows will not die

They're haunting every corner

The ghost of shangri la.

There are visions in every doorway

They're never gone

They only haunt

Where these spirits bring only heartache

I try to stay strong

I try to hold on, but I'm slipping from inside.

And these children at my shoulder

They don't see the tears I cry

Still fighting to get over

The ghost of shangri la.

And this house is getting colder

These shadows will not die

They're haunting every corner

The ghost of shangri la.

And these children at my shoulder

They don't see the tears I cry

Still fighting to get over

The ghost of shangri la.