There's a meditation And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for the respect
He deals the cause to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden laws of a probable outcome The numbers lead to 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 the
swords But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play a jack of diamonds He may lay a queen of space
He may conceal a king at his hand While the memory of his face
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 the
swords But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down
Like I think about it's Monday Maybe I'll be back round
And if this keeps me way much longer I don't know what I will do
You've got to understand it's a hard life That I'm going through
And when I'm not foaming around me I don't think I'd make it through
I use a light to guide away Cause all I think about is you
Gettin' kinda crazy New York's gettin' kinda cold
I keep my head from gettin' lazy I just can't wait to get back home
And all these days I've spent away And I'll make up for this I swear
I need love to hold me up When such a must to bear
And when I'm not foaming around me And I don't think I'd make it through
I use a light to guide away Cause all I think about is you
Oh-oh, whoa-oh
You
