Sting —
Shape Of My Heart

Lyrics by Sting and Music by Sting, Dominic Miller

 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.

Chorus:
     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.

Chorus:
     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 shape,
     The shape of my heart.

 And 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.

Chorus:
     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 shape of my heart,
     That’s not the shape,
     The shape of my heart.