Verse
B D#m B D#m
What a fool, familiar dream
F# F#7 E B
I wake up laughing and running
E Em C#m G#m
From the boy crying and calling
F# E B
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
[Verse 2]
B D#m B D#m
What a tomb we're building here
F# F#7 E B
In the sphere, that's where we all die
E Em C#m G#m
In the eye, that's where I'm living
F# E B
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 3]
B D#m B D#m
In the room, her warm hands play
F# F#7 E B
On my breast, what is she singing?
E Em C#m G#m
The form ringing and ringing
F# E B
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
F# E B
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 4]
B D#m B D#m
Charcoal womb, the jet planes purr
F# F#7 E B
And the crew, distant as paper
E Em C#m G#m
Children burn, faceless vapor
F# E B
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
F# E B
Yes, the toy in my hand is real
This same chord sequence plays througout the guitar solo at the end. =)