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