Talk of circles and punching out Looking in, drawing circles down Falling up the south marking ground Talking out of turn, drawing circles down
Like Pilate, I have a dog {Obeys, listens, kisses, loves}
Walks me out of town Still, oneOs a crowd Making angels in the dirt Looking up, looking all around
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
Like Pilate, I have a dog Obeys, listens, kisses, loves
