Letra de 30

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