"Shape Of My Heart" He deals the cards as a meditation The mask I wear is one And those he plays never suspect Those who speak know nothing He doesn't play for the money he And find out to their cost wins Like those who curse their luck in He don't play for respect too many places He deals the cards to find the And those who fear are lost answer (chorus) The sacred geometry of chance ȓeǺp ǩv maǺ hǡət The hidden law of a probable hi diəlz ðǩ kǡədz ǩz ǩ ɕmedǺɑteǺȓnʜ outcome ǩn(d) ðǩȚz hi pleǺz ɑnevǩ sǩɑspekt The numbers lead a dance hi ɑdȜznt pleǺ fǩ ðǩ ɑmȜni hi wǺnz hi ɑdǩȚnt pleǺ fǩ rǺɑspekt I know that the spades are the hi diəlz ðǩ kǡədz tǩ faǺnd ði ɑǡənsǩ swords of a soldier ðǩ ɑseǺkrǺd dȢǺɑǢmǩtri ǩv tȓǡəns I know that the clubs are weapons ðǩ ɑhǺdnʜ lǤə ǩv ǩ ɑprǢbǩblʜ ɑǡȚtkȜm of war ðǩ ɑnȜmbǩz liəd ǩ dǡəns I know that diamonds mean hi meǺ pleǺ ðǩ dȢæk ǩv money for this art ɑda(Ǻ)ǩmǩndz But that's not the shape of my hi meǺ leǺ ðǩ kwiən ǩv speǺdz heart hi meǺ kǩnɑsiəl ǩ kǺŋ Ǻn Ǻz hænd KǤ:rǩs waǺl ðǩ ɑmemǩri ǩv Ǻt feǺdz kǤ:rǩs He may play the jack of diamonds ǩnd Ǻf aǺ tǩȚld ju ðǩt aǺ lȜvd ju He may lay the queen of spades jud ɑmeǺbiə θǺŋk ðǩz ɑsȜmθǺŋ rǢŋ He may conceal a king in his hand aǺm nǢt ǩ mæn ǩv tuə ɑmeni ɑfeǺsǺz While the memory of it fades ðǩ mǡəsk aǺ weǩr Ǻz wȜn (Chorus) fǩ ðǩȚz huə spiək nǩȚ ɑnȜθǺŋ And if I told you that I loved you ǩn(d) faǺnd ǡȚt tǩ ðeǩ kǢst | ɑlaǺk You'd maybe think there's ðǩȚz huə kǬəs ðeǩ lȜk Ǻn tuə ɑmeni something wrong ɑpleǺsǺz| ǩnd ðǩȚz huə fǺǩr ǩ lǢst I'm not a man of too many fact kǤ:rǩs COMPILED JUAN CARLOS DAVID