Pilate

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)

Like Pilate, I have a dog

(Obeys, listens, kisses, loves)

Like Pilate, I have a dog

(Obeys, listens, kisses, loves)

Like Pilate, I have a dog