Tekster: Sixpence None The Richer. A Million Parachutes.

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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

[ Instrumental-Bridge ]

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