Talk of circles, and 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 (x2)

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 } (x2)

(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, down, down, down

Like Pilate, I have a dog } (x3)

(Obeys, listens, kisses, loves) }

Like Pilate, I have a dog