A Magazine Called Sunset (The Unified Theory of Everything Version)

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

Just maybe you're my inspiration

Just lead me to some new sensation

We'll make a little guide we 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

Or I'm a future far outstanding

In the present race I phantom

There's a magazine

And a tape machine

Oh, that's everything

Oh, yeah

Or I'm a future far outstanding

In the present race I phantom

There's a magazine

And a tape machine

Oh, that's everything

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