Like a million parachutes The snow's coming down I'll lock up the front door And turn the lights down In the glow of the street lights I see them descend Like a million parachutes Small men on a mission
Chorus I miss the warmth And I miss the sun I miss the ocean I miss everyone And I miss the bridges That span across the bay Tonight, it seems like ages ago
Like a million parachutes the snow still falls The dogs are asleep now There's no one to call I'll put on some records And wait for the light Under those million parachutes Now a blanket of white.
