You flip the coin to give others good luck
I’ll say it’s based on only pure luck
You like it when things are hidden away, secret treasures one finds on the way
So it’s true when they say that your friends will find you
Angels somehow always know just what to do
Treasure finds might be rare, but inside it is clear
A picture of friends whose friendship is dear
You’re staring ahead and I’m looking at you
And cameras, like angels, they know what to do
So it’s true when they say that your friends will find you
Angels somehow always know just what to do
And someday I’ll flip my coins over too
Hoping good luck will fall over you