Polly Jean Harvey - 30 lyrics

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