Atone

Like the scent of a rose, you come and go

And you bring me hope, before I take the blow

And I can find nothing that will bind you

There's always mystery to hide you

I'm feeding the shadow that's beside you

And I can find nothing that will bind you

Come and go, the trick is to [?]

You're taking life, you're taking heart

Fast or slow, there's nowhere to go

That's when the flashback starts, the flashback grows

Like the sun on the stone, it comes and goes

And with the warmth of hope, I'm leaving to atone