Shape of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation And does It 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 change The hidden love of a probable outcome An ever-sleight-of-hand I know that his face are the scars on His shoulder I know that the clouds are weapons Of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart If I told him that I loved you Maybe you'd think there's something wrong Another girl of too many faces The masquerade is on But lips that speak now nothing Infinite to their cost Like deals that cards that lock in too many Places And those who fear are lost I know that his face are the scars on His shoulder I know that the clouds 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