(Pilate)
　　I dreamed I met a Galilean
　　A most amazing man
　　He had that look
　　You very rarely find
　　The haunting hunted kind
　　
　　I asked him
　　To say what had happened
　　How it all began
　　I asked again
　　He never said a word
　　As if he hadn't heard
　　
　　And next the room was full
　　Of wild and angry men
　　They seemed to hate this man
　　They fell on him and then disappeared
　　
　　Then I saw thousands of millions
　　Crying for this man
　　And then I heard them mentioning my name
　　And leaving me the blame