shape of my heart
Sting
He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome 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
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