[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

 [bad word] 
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

[Verse 3]
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While a memory of it fades