Lyrics Philistine - Milburn

Philistine

Pretty Philistine knocking back the Rosé wine
Did you think that at the time things would ever change?
You stole your eyes straight from July and your lips from June
When they asked you for the earth you took them to the moon
And oh, what a fabulous fall from grace
And what a magical mess you’ve made
Still not a freckle sits out of place, pretty Philistine
Pretty Philistine, I used to wish that you were mine
Whilst the others stood in line and I would never wait
All the stories became true, he didn’t marry you
And now there’s nothing left to do but contemplate
And oh, what a difference a decade makes
And what a magical mess you’ve made
Still not a wrinkle sits out of place, pretty Philistine
One more time before you go
Back to the place you’ve known all your life
I’ve never understood
How someone who looks so good could feel so low
One more time before you go
Back to the place you’ve known all your life
I’ve never understood
How someone who looks so good could feel so low