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