Don't you find it ironic That the world is rough to us? Sharp around the edges Even though it's round And your mind is faltering Circling the pain and doubt I'll be your silver lining Through your darkest cloud I know, my dear, the path is sometimes treacherous And you see no hope in this Like all of the weight of world's on your shoulders And every step is poison, but you should know If you hold my hand, you'll never be alone Don't you find it ironic That the world is rough to us? Sharp around the edges Even though is it's round And your mind is faltering Circling the pain and doubt I'll be silver lining Through your darkest cloud