[Verse 1]

           
What a fool, f

        
amiliar dream
           
I wake up laug

           
hing and runni

ng
           
From the boy c

            
rying and call


ing
             
'Cause the toy

             
 in my hand is

 
 real


[Verse 2]

           
What a tomb we

             
're building h


ere
             
In the sphere,

            
 that's where 

      
we all die
           
In the eye, th

              
at's where I'm

   
 living
             
The toy in my 

        
hand is real


[Verse 3]

           
In the room, h

             
er warm hands 

 
play
             
On my breast, 

           
what is she si

  
nging?
           
The form ringi

         
ng and ringing
             
'Cause the toy

             
 in my hand is

  
 real
             
The toy in my 

        
hand is real


[Verse 4]

           
Charcoal womb,

             
 the jet plane

   
s purr
           
And the crew, 

             
distant as pap


er
            
Children burn,

          
 faceless vapo


r
             
'Cause the toy

             
 in my hand is

  
 real
             
Yes, the toy i

             
n my hand is r


eal


This same chord sequence plays througout the guitar solo at the end. =)