[Words & Music: T. Björn]
It knows no time, life or race
Terminates, leaves just an empty space
It rises high, black and shapeless
Falls low, smooth and soundless
All in it's way, will be gone like yesterday
Crawling faster, our disaster
Now it has come to take us there
To the place where we all beware
And who knows what it has to show
We'll figure it out from down below
Next in line, a sorrowed face
Swept away, end of chase
Another foolish desperate try