Em D Am B7
Em D Am B7
C C G B7
C B7 Em(STOP)
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
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...
That's not the shaaaaaaaaaaaaape
The shape of my heart............................
Em D Am B7
C C G B7
C B7 Em(STOP)
If I told her 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
But 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 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...
But that's not the shape of my heart...
That's not the shaaaaaaaaaaaaape
The shape of my heart............................
Em D Am B7
Em(STOP)
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