Oğuzhan
Üye
Sting – Shape of My Heart
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 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
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
And 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 Well, those who speak know nothin`
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
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
That`s not the shape, the shape of my heart
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 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
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
And 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 Well, those who speak know nothin`
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
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
That`s not the shape, the shape of my heart
