Sleepwalking
From the avenue of roses
To deepest, darkest jungles
You left to take some pictures
Of a forest people's struggle
Sleepwalking, high diving
Keep holding on, holding on
You walked high up in the mountains
Took a shot of Bruno Manser
He was carried 'cross the river
Your picture made the cover
Of a magazine that summer
Sleepwalking
As if the skies had opened
You got your freedom
That's all
As if the gods had spoken
You need your freedom
That's all