A 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 Oh, there's a magazine And a tape machine That's everything Oh, there's a magazine And a tape machine Oh, that's everything Oh, yeah