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