He deals the cards, as a meditation, and those he plays, never suspect,
he doesnt play, for the mo - ney he wins, he doesnt play for respect.
He deals the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance,
the hidden law, of a pro - bable 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 mo - ney for this art,
but thats not the shape of my heart.
And he may play the jack of diamonds, he may lay the queen of spades,
he may conceal, a king in his hand, while a memory of it fades.
( * )
And if I told you that I loved you, you'd maybe think theres something wrong,
I'm not a man, of two many faces, the mask I wear is one.
But those who speak know nothing, and find out to their cost,
and those who curse their luck, in too many places, are those who fear are lost.
