Nightwhisper - Shape of My Heart

He deals the cards to find the answer,
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.