Talk of circles, and 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
Lightly drags you down, you down…
Like Pilate I have a dog.
Obeys, listens, kisses, loves…