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 cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law 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
         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 smile 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

         That´s not the shape of my heart
         That´s not the shape   The shape of my heart