He deals the cards as a meditation
 And those he plays never suspect
 He doesn't play for the money he wins
 He doesn't play for the respect

 He deals the cards to find the answer
 The sacred geometry of chance
 The hidden law of probable [bad word]  The 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 that's not the shape of my heart

 He 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 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 that's not the shape of my heart
 That'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
 The mask I wear is one
 
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 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 that's not the shape of my heart
 That's not the shape of my heart