Prodigal Dog

I heard you returned for my love
With time I've toughened up
Your loving was never here
I was worshipping an imagined sphere

I know how I made up ways
To heal from the games that you played
At the altar from where you strayed
I was worshipping some kind of made-up flame

Worshipping some kind of made-up flame
Worshipping an imagined sphere
At the altar from where you strayed
I was worshipping some kind of made-up flame

Worshipping an imagined sphere
Worshipping some kind of made-up flame
At the altar from where you strayed
I was worshipping some kind of made-up flame