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