176 shape of my heart

"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

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