All the times that you walked outside
And the grass was green on the mountainside
Mother, son, and his life was done
But could she be sure he'd remember her?

Passing through the time
The arid walls of distant halls
Breathing in the scent
Of ways the time was spent

Within two years despite all her fears
She would come to learn about his return
He had cried and fought to describe
What had happened when he was near the end

Passing through the time
The arid walls of distant halls
Breathing in the scent
Of ways the time was spent

If you're in the same dimension
Should I even mention

Could they conceive or would they believe
What had happened when he came back again

Passing through the time
The arid walls of distant halls
Breathing in the scent
Of ways the time was spent

If you're in the same dimension
Should I even mention