He deals the cards as a meditationnAnd those he plays never suspectnHe doesnt play for the money he winsnHe doesnt play for respectnnHe deals the cards to find the answernThe sacred geometry of chancenThe hidden law of a probable outcomenThe numbers lead a dancennI know that the spades are the swords of a soldiernI know that the clubs are weapons of warnI know that diamonds mean money for this artnBut thats not the shape of my heartnnHe may play the jack of diamondsnHe may lay the queen of spadesnHe may conceal a king in his handnWhile the memory of it fadesnnI know that the spades are the swords of a soldiernI know that the clubs are weapons of warnI know that diamonds mean money for this artnBut thats not the shape of my heartnnAnd if I told you that I loved younYoud maybe think theres something wrongnIm not a man of too many facesnThe mask I wear is onennThose who speak know nothingnAnd find out to their costnLike those who curse their luck in too many placesnAnd those who fear are lostnnI know that the spades are the swords of a soldiernI know that the clubs are weapons of warnI know that diamonds mean money for this artnBut thats not the shape of my heartnnBut thats not the shapenshape of my heart