Talk of circles, and punching out.
Looking in, drawing circles down.
Falling up, then south, marking ground.
Talking out of turn, drawing circles down.

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.

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...

Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves.