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 respect 
He deals the crads to find the answer 
The sacred geometry of chance 
The hidden loaw of a probable [bad word] 
The numbers lead a dance 

I know that the spades are 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 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 

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 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