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