Dreams From Gin - Stoic lyrics

Staring over the vantage To get a minor advantage Watching dotted snow flakes Stirs up my headaches All the people have formed around bits of dust They spend their lives being pushed around By every single gust All your life will go Your Home won't be your home The names will hang around The words will slip and fall down Mumbling over the sleet The words cut across my cheeks Moving farther takes me further From the peace Without a place my pace seems Far from complete The blank stares the steady looks They move me to my feet