Pocket Rockets

By Paolo & Sting

In the zone this is not a game of chance
Others don’t understand why I play
Because I don't play for respect
Winning piles of chips is not my way

I deal the cards to find the answers

This is a love of mystery, not of game

The hidden laws of a probable outcome

To determine the odds of my aim

I know that the spades are daggers of waiting

I know that the clubs will bash a skull in

I know that diamonds aren't forever.

But that's not the shape of my heart

I may play the Jack of diamonds

I may lay the Queen of spades

I may conceal an Ace in my hand

Accepting the memory of it must fade

I know that the spades are daggers of waiting

I know that the clubs will bash a skull in

I know that diamonds aren't forever

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And If I told you that your eyes were so bright

You’d perhaps wonder what had I done

I’m not a puzzle that needs to be broken

My absolute desires are second to none

Simple talk means very little to me

And when others fall by my hands it’s a shame

But it is never the toss of the dice in the end

It’s the simple psychology of the game

I know that the spades are daggers of waiting

I know that the clubs will bash a skull in

I know that diamonds aren't forever

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, the shape of my heart