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