Well, it only took a question to bring tears to her eyes,
 and the gates, they slipped only to reveal the flood that lay inside.
 She’s doing her best to stay composed,
 while I think to myself,
 It’s been a long winter.
 
 She tells me of life in a faded land,
 how her folks are getting old.
 On the phone, their voice sounds tired
 they’re disappointed she ain’t home.
 
 Sonja,
 you made me feel
 what I’d been missing for so long,
 and you don’t even know your tears are a song.
 
 She folds away a young man’s clothes,
 and the verses they roll on
 as the memories become visions that in turn will keep her strong.
 
 Sonja,
 you made me feel
 what I’d been missing for so long,
 and you don’t even know your tears are a song.
 
 You were needed now
 more than ever.
 Sing to me, my simple queen,
 a song of how I used to be.
 Have you come to wash away
 these aimless melodies?
 Sing to me a song of how I used to be,
 do I remember how to dream like you, honestly?