The Toy - Big Thief

What a slow

Familiar dream

I wake up

Laughing and drowning

From the boy

Crying and calling

'Cause the toy, in my hand

Is real

What a tomb

We’re building here

In the sphere

That’s where we all die

In the eye

That’s where I’m living

The toy, in my hand

Is real

In the room

The warm hands play

On my breast

What is she singing?

This horror, ringing and ringing

'Cause the toy, in my hand

Is real

The toy, in my hand

Is real

Charcoal womb

The jet planes purr

And the cruel, distant is paid for

Children burn

Faceless paper

'Cause the toy, in my hand

Is real

'Cause the toy, in my hand

Is real