StepTime - Sting "Shape of my heart" acoustic cover by StepTime
Текст песни
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
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus:]
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
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 nothing`
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
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
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus:]
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
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 nothing`
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost