Now comes in a hundred styles Hundred styles in a magazine The same summer to spring What I need is persistence Too Much Of One Thing Crooked Lines Underneath the lightfields Near a wall of water You can put your head down here Forget all you fought for Gotta learn to give Gotta learn to live Crooked lines See the day reappearing Bright light like butter You can say we?re faking Athens or Sparta Gotta learn to give Gotta learn to live Gotta learn to breathe Gotta learn to leave Crooked lines Old Mexico Somebody somewhere is stealing time Take a trip to Old Mexico Where you can unwind No need to say you?re sorry No need to beg Just try the perfect stranger in your head You were so excited But you weren?t invited You were so excited Turn the lights off, you?ll be blinded Hang out with lotus people Down at the beach Daydreams and brilliant colours They?re in your reach No need to say you?re sorry No need to beg Just try the perfect stranger in your head You were so excited But you weren?t invited You were so excited Turn the lights off, you?ll be blinded No need to say you?re sorry No need to beg Just try the perfect stranger in your head No need to pray for glory No need to bleed Just try another story is what you need You were so excited but you weren?t invited Make Her Day She's got eyes