Magazine Called Sunset

There's a magazine called Sunset

And a tape machine that won't let

Me ever forget this impossible longing for you



Let's take a map across your pillow

And breathe the sky in through your window

I'll stay in the riddle and watch your books cave in



Oh maybe you're my inspiration

Just lead me to some new sensation

I'll make a little guide we can call our own



'Cause there's a magazine called Sunset

And a tape machine that won't let

Me ever forget this impossible longing for you



Oh I'm a future fallout standing

In the present, erase our phantom

There's a magazine

There's a magazine

Oh there's a magazine, oh yeah



Oh I'm a future fallout standing

In the present, erase our phantom

There's a magazine

And a tape machine

That's everthing



Oh there's a magazine

And a tape machine

Oh that's everything

Oh yeah