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 they 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 Oh that's everything Oh there's a magazine And a tape machine Oh that's everything Oh yeah