Verse
E G#m E G#m
What a fool, familiar dream
B B7 A E
I wake up laughing and running
A Am F#m C#m
From the boy crying and calling
B A E
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
[Verse 2]
E G#m E G#m
What a tomb we're building here
B B7 A E
In the sphere, that's where we all die
A Am F#m C#m
In the eye, that's where I'm living
B A E
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 3]
E G#m E G#m
In the room, her warm hands play
B B7 A E
On my breast, what is she singing?
A Am F#m C#m
The form ringing and ringing
B A E
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
B A E
The toy in my hand is real
[Verse 4]
E G#m E G#m
Charcoal womb, the jet planes purr
B B7 A E
And the crew, distant as paper
A Am F#m C#m
Children burn, faceless vapor
B A E
'Cause the toy in my hand is real
B A E
Yes, the toy in my hand is real
This same chord sequence plays througout the guitar solo at the end. =)