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 Sting fear inevitability, fate masks
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 Sting
The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome Sting probability theory accident, fortuity
