The Toy

What a fool, familiar dream I wake up laughing and running From the boy crying and coming '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, her warm hands play On my breast, what is she singing? Her form ringing and ringing 'Cause the toy in my hand is real The toy in my hand is real Charcoal, the jet planes purr In the crew, distant as paper Children burn, faceless vapor 'Cause the toy in my hand is real Yes, the toy in my hand is real --- The Toy - Big Thief