| Song | My Prize |
| Artist | Mirah |
| Album | Share This Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
| Manna from the sky above | |
| Spherical I shape my love | |
| Such an appetite does enthrall | |
| The frenzy with which I form this ball | |
| Up the hill I push my prize | |
| Lights affront and face behind | |
| Never choose the easy path | |
| For meals that come too easily run the risk of being dung | |
| When you see me passing by | |
| You can't help but wonder why | |
| I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat | |
| You know, I don't really mind | |
| The taste is truly quite divine | |
| And besides but I and my brethren | |
| Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste | |
| Truth and light shine off my back | |
| All the universe intact | |
| I've the tools to shape and mould | |
| Both consciousness and soul | |
| As I roll this world around | |
| An image of us all is found | |
| Slowly turning within my grasp | |
| I personify the sun, the place where we all came from |
| zuo ci : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
| Manna from the sky above | |
| Spherical I shape my love | |
| Such an appetite does enthrall | |
| The frenzy with which I form this ball | |
| Up the hill I push my prize | |
| Lights affront and face behind | |
| Never choose the easy path | |
| For meals that come too easily run the risk of being dung | |
| When you see me passing by | |
| You can' t help but wonder why | |
| I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat | |
| You know, I don' t really mind | |
| The taste is truly quite divine | |
| And besides but I and my brethren | |
| Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste | |
| Truth and light shine off my back | |
| All the universe intact | |
| I' ve the tools to shape and mould | |
| Both consciousness and soul | |
| As I roll this world around | |
| An image of us all is found | |
| Slowly turning within my grasp | |
| I personify the sun, the place where we all came from |
| zuò cí : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
| Manna from the sky above | |
| Spherical I shape my love | |
| Such an appetite does enthrall | |
| The frenzy with which I form this ball | |
| Up the hill I push my prize | |
| Lights affront and face behind | |
| Never choose the easy path | |
| For meals that come too easily run the risk of being dung | |
| When you see me passing by | |
| You can' t help but wonder why | |
| I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat | |
| You know, I don' t really mind | |
| The taste is truly quite divine | |
| And besides but I and my brethren | |
| Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste | |
| Truth and light shine off my back | |
| All the universe intact | |
| I' ve the tools to shape and mould | |
| Both consciousness and soul | |
| As I roll this world around | |
| An image of us all is found | |
| Slowly turning within my grasp | |
| I personify the sun, the place where we all came from |