Shangri-La
Caitlyn Scarlett Lyrics

Lonely pavements, shards of glass reflect the evening sky
The streets are empty and littered with broken glass, reflecting the fading light.

And I think of peach blossom
A peaceful image comes to mind in contrast to the noisy and chaotic reality.

Concrete tumors, competing greed and height
The urban landscape is dominated by oppressive skyscrapers and a sense of constant competition.

And all I see are Himalayas
A longing for a simpler way of life and a place where nature reigns supreme.

I've heard about a place with trees
A mythical land is described, one that is full of natural wonders.

Where springs run clean through valleys and peaks
A serene landscape with pristine waters and majestic mountains.

And the air can heal you as you breathe
The purity of the air is said to have healing properties for the mind and body.

Not like the smoke that fills these streets
The polluted air of the city is a stark contrast to that of the peaceful land described.

I read about a place somewhere far
The far-off nature of this place adds to its mystique and allure.

You can't get there by car
This land is so remote that it can only be accessed by foot or other means.

Where misty vales hide mystery trails
A foggy landscape with hidden paths and trails.

I think they call it Shangri-La
The mythical land has a name that only adds to its appeal.

Paradise waits
This utopian dream is one of perfection and paradise.

Only for the lonely
This destination is for those who feel lost or alone in the world.

Freedom is a place
The idea of freedom is tied to this land, as it represents an escape from the constraints of society.

Let's run away, I know the way
The artist is eager to escape to this mythical land and is confident in their path.

To somewhere far
The land is far away, yet worth it to find true peace and freedom.

They call it Shangri-La
The name of this land is once again highlighted, emphasizing its importance.

Where the proof machines and roofs block my view
The buildings and machines of the city obscure the natural beauty of the world.

And I just think of lost horizons
The possibility of something lost or missing is on the artist's mind.

Drains engorged with filthy water
Even the ground itself is contaminated and dirty in the city.

I make birdsongs out of sirens
The artist imagines things differently, hearing the beauty in the noise.

I'm trading grey for green
The singer is making a change in their life, opting for a more natural and peaceful world.

I'm gonna throw it all away for my Utopian dream
The idea of the perfect world is worth sacrificing everything for.

The holy grail of fairy tales calls to me
This land seems almost magical, like a fairy tale come to life.

And I've become my own queen
The singer has taken control of their own life and direction to find happiness in their own way.