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

i miss the warm, i miss the sun
i miss the ocean, i miss everyone
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
all those million parachutes, now a blanket of white

a million parachutes by sixpence none the richer