Shape of My Heart

The secrets come a tree of kins.
The hidden law of a probit lock home where numbers lead a dance.
Another the spades are the swords of the soldier; another the clubs are weapons of war.
And all their diamonds meant money for his art,
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 a memory of it fades.
Another the spades are the swords of a soldier; another the clubs are weapons of war.
And all their diamonds meant money for his art,
But that's not the shape of my heart.
That's not the shape, shape of my heart.
And if I told you that I loved you,