Talk of circles, punching out

Looking in, drawing circles down

Falling off the south marking ground

Talking out of turn, drawing circles down



Like Pilate, I have a dog

Like Pilate, I have a dog



Walks me out of town, still one's a crowd

Making angels in the dirt, looking up, looking all around



Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves)

Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves)



Stunned by my own reflection

It's looking back, sees me too clearly

And I swore I'd never go there again

Not unlike a friend that

Politely drags you down, you down, you down, you down



Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) }x4