Sabbatical

I must admit I'm getting tired

Of sitting on my cloud

Well, heaven's not what I desire

Eternity can wear you out

So I get lost on busy boulevards

Forget about my mission

Drown in a pair of tempting eyes

Cultivate my indecision

Is that you angel-devil?

(Yeah)

Bitter Berlin winter fog

Sweet flavor of Rome's summer smog

Spill the wine at café costes

Lisbon's rain I like the most

I must admit I'm getting tired

Of sitting on my cloud

Well, heaven's not what I desire

Eternity sure wear you out

Is that you angel-devil?

(Yeah)

I got get-down funky feeling

Inside my soul

But I have my reservations

To keep it on the down low

To keep it on the down low