Testo di 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