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 outcome
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