He deals the ca rds as a meditation,
And those he pl ays never suspect.
H e doesn’t play for the mo ney he wins,
H e don’t play for respect.
He deals the ca rds to find the answer,
The sacred ge ometry of chance.
T he hidden laws of a p robable outcome,
T he numbers lead a dance.
I know that the sp ades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the cl ubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean m oney for this art,
But t hat’s not the shape of heart.
He may pl ay the Jack of Diamonds,
He may la y the Queen of Spades.
H e may conceal the K ing in his hand,
W hile the memory of it fades.
I know that the sp ades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the cl ubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean m oney for this art,
But t hat’s not the shape of heart.
Th at’s not the shape, the shape of my heart.
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And if I to ld you that I loved you,
You’d maybe thi nk there’s something wrong.
I ’m not a man of to o many faces,
T he mask I wear is one.
For th ose who speak know nothing,
And fi nd out to their cost.
L ike those who curse their luck in t oo many places,
A nd those who fear have lost.
I know that the sp ades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the cl ubs are weapons of war.
I know that diamonds mean m oney 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.
