A Million Parachutes - Sixpence None The Richer

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 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.