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

heart 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 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 the

But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, shape of my heart

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,

but those who speak do nothing, and find out to their cost,

like those who curse their luck in too many places,

and those who fear and lust.

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 heart

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, shape of my heart