Sting - Shape of my Heart

i loved this song since i was a little kid. somehow the song just reached into me. it was actually the soundtrack for a 1993 movie. i forgot what it was, but i just saw some glimpse of it. the video showed a hired killer walking back to his own flat every day. a girl of almost my own age sat at the edge of the railings looking at the passer by, smoking.the girl's parent were those kind of corrupted parents. then when she saw the man, she would give him a seductive glance every time he passes by. the man would ignore her, walk to his room then take off his coat. when he did, there were a lot of firearms strapped to his body. then he would open his case and reveal an AK47 (i think).
one day, a mass murder was held in the girl's home, killing her parents and her only brother. she was out at that time, buying the groceries. then when she came home and went into one of the room, she saw her parents lay dead on the floor, their steel, cold, soulless eyes facing her. she dropped the grocery bag and went straight to the man's house, crying and banging the door with desperation. when the man admitted her in, he refuse to take care of her so she took up the 9 millimeter gun on the table and started to shoot randomly at the passer bys below the flat. just like that, he took care of her and taught her how to shoot and plan an assassination. at the end the hired killer died by the gun of the police while trying to save the girl from them. she buried him under a tree and planted his favorite plant near his grave. the story was quite good actually, i wanted to search back the video but i still can't find it. it is an old song but i still loved it over the years, i doubt i will ever get bored with it. here's the lyrics..

"Shape Of My Heart"

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 the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the 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 the 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
That's not the shape, 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 the 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
That's not the shape of my heart