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 |