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 flavour 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