Wilco 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
