No Sudden Changes

No sudden changes, no sudden moves Nothing stays in place as the tide pulls the moon Outside it's turning I am standing still Like a dog whose chin is resting upon your windowsill I am the dust in the breeze I am the tugging at your sleeve So what's the story? And where is the scene? I am figurative speaking to tell you what I mean Where is the dreaming? Where's that beating heart? You said the touch was painful and called it a work of art I am the dust in the breeze I am the tugging at your sleeve I am the begging to be seen I am begging to believe I am the dust in the breeze I am the tugging at your sleeve I am the begging to be seen I am begging to believe