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
'Cause maybe you're my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I'll make a little guide they can call our own
'Cause there's a magazine called Sunset
And a tape machine that won't ever let
Me forget this impossible longing I have for you
Oh, I'm a future fallout standing
In the present, erase our phantom
There's a magazine and a tape machine
Oh, that's everything, oh yeah
Oh, I'm a future fallout standing
In the present, erase our phantom
Oh, there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh, that's everything
Oh, there's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh, that's everything, oh yeah
It won't ever, ever, ever
Let me forget
This impossible longing I have for you