Over my body, the shadows played
It wasn't night and it wasn't day
Counting something, what have I found?
30 diamonds in my hand
30 miles, the world unfolds
30 miles, a pot of gold
I often think of America
I often dream of shooting a gun
30 years, I'm still a child
Looking for something in a smile
30 miles, the world unfolds
30 miles, a pot of gold
Listen here in my song
30 miles won't be long
30 diamonds, birds of fire
Sparkle like the summer sky
30 diamonds, 30 miles
Looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something in your smile
