Talk of circles, 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 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) 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, you down, you down Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves)