Aura Dione

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,
I hope she flies,
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,
I won't hunt you anymore
no, no, no
But I really hope she's made it