Word Is Out
GISLI KRISTJANSSON, ANJA GARBAREK
Only for a second do they freeze
It's too easy to do it up here
Just a gentle push
And you'd be over the edge
So they let you slip in and out of sight
There is no moon
There is no breeze
And this won't turn out
The way you please
This place has been crossed many times
Never was there cause for worry
But there's creatures living here now
Who pray on anything that moves
There is no moon
There is no breeze
And this won't turn out
The way you please
Stop and strain your ears
It's scarcely more than a whisper
Still the word is out
You shoot to attention
Recognition is immediate
Answering is an instinctive reaction
There is no moon
There is no breeze
And this won't turn out
The way you please
'Cause no matter what was said
You know you're dead