Shape of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation. And does the plays you'd never suspect. He doesn't play For the money he wins. He don't play it for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer. The sacred geometry of chance. In the heat of love of a problem of Good. The numbers lead the dance. I know that the space of this world is So short. I know that the clubs are open so far. I know the dice mean money for desire. 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 space of this world is So short. I know that the clubs are open so far. I know the dice mean money for desire. But that's not the shape of my heart. I know that the space of this world is So short. I know that the clubs are open so far. I know the dice mean money for desire. But that's not the shape of my heart.