He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respectHe deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a danceI 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 that's not the shape of my heartHe may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fadesI 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 that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heartIf I told her that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is oneBut those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lostI 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 that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
Songwriters
DOMINIC MILLER, GORDON SUMNERPublished by
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