Ghostwriters
Sleepwalking
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
From Paroles Mania