Verse
D F#m D F#m
What a fool, familiar dream
A A7 G D
I wake up laughing and running
G Gm Em Bm
From the boy crying and calling
A G D
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
[Verse 2]
D F#m D F#m
What a tomb we're building here
A A7 G D
In the sphere, that's where we all die
G Gm Em Bm
In the eye, that's where I'm living
A G D
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 3]
D F#m D F#m
In the room, her warm hands play
A A7 G D
On my breast, what is she singing?
G Gm Em Bm
The form ringing and ringing
A G D
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
A G D
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 4]
D F#m D F#m
Charcoal womb, the jet planes purr
A A7 G D
And the crew, distant as paper
G Gm Em Bm
Children burn, faceless vapor
A G D
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
A G D
Yes, the toy in my hand is real
This same chord sequence plays througout the guitar solo at the end. =)