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, onẻs 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
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, onẻs 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
