Word Is Out - 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