I don't think you understand
That my fearless affection
And my pride go hand in hand
Only one of which you see
We woke up at a half past 1
There was a look in the sky
And up in the corner I saw the new moon
Hanging in the air like the ghost of my silver spoon
We were too broke to reprimand
Too sick to swim in circumstance
Too tired to deal the other hand
'Cause there were too many to count about
The loss, the force inside the proud
We drew a line across the winter day
I don't think you understand
That my fearless affection
And my pride go hand in hand
Only one of which you see
And it's one for the robbing
And three for the scarring
I don't think you understand
That my fearless affection
And my pride go hand in hand
Only one of which you see