Pilate

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, oneÒs 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