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