Verse
F Am F Am
What a fool, familiar dream
C C7 A# F
I wake up laughing and running
A# A#m Gm Dm
From the boy crying and calling
C A# F
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
[Verse 2]
F Am F Am
What a tomb we're building here
C C7 A# F
In the sphere, that's where we all die
A# A#m Gm Dm
In the eye, that's where I'm living
C A# F
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 3]
F Am F Am
In the room, her warm hands play
C C7 A# F
On my breast, what is she singing?
A# A#m Gm Dm
The form ringing and ringing
C A# F
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
C A# F
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 4]
F Am F Am
Charcoal womb, the jet planes purr
C C7 A# F
And the crew, distant as paper
A# A#m Gm Dm
Children burn, faceless vapor
C A# F
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
C A# F
Yes, the toy in my hand is real
This same chord sequence plays througout the guitar solo at the end. =)