Sabbatical

I must admit I'm gettin' tired

Of sittin' 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

Drowning in a pair of tempting eyes

Cultivate my indecision (Is that you angel-devil?)

Cultivate my indecision, keep it on the down-low

(She's full of spirit)

Bitter Berlin winter fog

Sweet flavor of Rome's summer smog

Spill the wine at Cafe Costes

Lisbon's rain I like the most

'Cause up here, there is no fog

Never thought I'd miss the smog

Never thought I'd miss the smog

(She's full of spirit)

(Is that you angel-devil? Yeah)

I got a get-down funky feelin' inside my soul

But when I have my reservations

To keep it on the down low

To keep it on the down low

Must admit I'm gettin' tired

Of sittin' on my cloud

Well, Heaven's not what I desire

Eternity can wear you out

Eternity can wear you out

Yeah, eternity can wear you out

To keep it on the down low

To keep it on the down low