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, oneos 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 |