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, oneÃ's 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