Theress 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 middle

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 follow

Cause there's a magazine called sunset

And a tape machine that won't let

Me ever forget this impossible longing for you

Or I'm a future fall out standing

In the present race I phantom

There's a magazine

There's a magazine

Oh there's a magazine

Oh yeah

Or I'm a future fall out standing

In the present race I phantom

There's a magazine

And a tape machine

That's everything

There's a magazine

And a tape machine

Oh that's everything

Oh yeah