This is a song for a girl called Sophie Used to write her name on my arm. Time has made us strangers And I don't know her anymore. But I really hope she's made it That someone took her home. She was lost but wasn't missing She would always walk alone. She was always like a feather, in the air I never knew if she was flying or falling She was always like a feather, in my life. I hope she flies Because of her, I looks things that last: I have a chain -where's your arm? A promise can be broken, But I won't hunt you anymore No more, no But I really hope she's made it That someone took her home. She was lost but wasn't missing She would always walk alone. She was always like a feather, in the air I never knew if she was flying or falling She was always like a feather, in my life. I hope she flies . She. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la She was always like a feather, in the air I never knew if she was flying or falling She was always like a feather, in my life. I hope she flies.