It sounds like someone old reminiscing about a war and everything that was lost during such a time.
They "lock up the front door and turn the lights down" to hide from the snow.
The snow could bring cold and harsh memories.
It falls "like a million parachutes" and "small men on a mission".
The chorus tells of everything the writer misses, most of which are warm things, as well as missing everyone, but that "seems like ages ago".
A second verse lulls the listener into the idea that the war is over, through telling that "The dogs are asleep now".
The writer is possibly alone, continuing with "There's no one to call" and they pass the time by listening to records as they "wait for the light".
Hearing the chorus again is as if they are thinking about their youth, before having gone to war, and remembering everything and everyone they miss.
It sounds like someone old reminiscing about a war and everything that was lost during such a time. They "lock up the front door and turn the lights down" to hide from the snow. The snow could bring cold and harsh memories. It falls "like a million parachutes" and "small men on a mission".
The chorus tells of everything the writer misses, most of which are warm things, as well as missing everyone, but that "seems like ages ago".
A second verse lulls the listener into the idea that the war is over, through telling that "The dogs are asleep now". The writer is possibly alone, continuing with "There's no one to call" and they pass the time by listening to records as they "wait for the light".
Hearing the chorus again is as if they are thinking about their youth, before having gone to war, and remembering everything and everyone they miss.