He deals the cards as a meditation,
And those he plays never suspect.
H e doesn’t play for the money he wins,
H e don’t play for respect.
He deals the cards to find the answer,
The sacred geometry of chance.
T he hidden laws of a probable outcome,
T he numbers lead a dance.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean money for this art,
But t hat’s not the shape of heart.
He may play the Jack of Diamonds,
He may lay the Queen of Spades.
H e may conceal the King in his hand,
W hile the memory of it fades.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean money for this art,
But t hat’s not the shape of heart.
Th at’s not the shape, the shape of my heart.
And if I told you that I loved you,
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong.
I ’m not a man of too many faces,
T he mask I wear is one.
For those who speak know nothing,
And find out to their cost.
L ike those who curse their luck in too many places,
A nd those who fear have lost.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the clubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean money for this art,
But t hat’s not the shape of my heart.
tha t's not the shape of my heart.
tha t's not the shape, the shape of my heart.
