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.