Shade

[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