30

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