Sting is a talented, complex and fascinating artist. I first encountered this song, “Shape of My Heart,” a few years ago in a movie, The Professional. The lyrics are  as haunting and as dark as the assassin of the movie. I thought I’d post those lyrics today. If you’d like to know more about Sting, I’d go to his official site here.

Shape of My Heart by Sting

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’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 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 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
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

I know that the spades are 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

BOOK TOUR NEWS: Tonight I’ll be in Abbeville at the Golden Corral delivering a speech for a Lee-Jackson Banquet, signing books,  and playing some music for the General Louis Hebert Camp 2032 of The Sons of Confederate Veterans.  They have a website here. It will be a long day and more driving, but that is what I signed on for when took on this nomad life.