A Million Parachutes

Like a million parachutes
The snow’s coming down
I 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

I miss the warm,
And i miss the sun
And 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 put on some records
And wait for the light
All those million parachutes,
Now a blanket of white

I miss the warm,
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

Credit: “A Million Parachutes” by Sixpence None The Richer

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