| Song | Which Wrist First |
| Artist | Park |
| Album | It Won't Snow Where You're Going |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| Don't let me shut this light | |
| For the killer in my head | |
| Needs a signal to prove that I am not dead just yet | |
| But burned out and going blue | |
| The salt is set with open wounds | |
| Doused and fresh | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won't hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It's in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| Just act as if I'm gone | |
| And decaying in my room | |
| I hold a shadow as close as a silver ghost | |
| Grasps onto an image known to him as you | |
| At this fast rate, I'll be lucky if I'm dead by morning | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won't hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It's in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| One touch one taste | |
| It's enough to make you stay away | |
| Tonight I'm spent | |
| Pretend this razor is your lips | |
| You're finding ways to kiss | |
| (Ways to kiss me) | |
| Deeply on the wrists | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It's impossible to get it back | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It's impossible to get that back | |
| It's in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| (To get that back) | |
| It's in this grave we lay | |
| I hope that you just won't hear this |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| Don' t let me shut this light | |
| For the killer in my head | |
| Needs a signal to prove that I am not dead just yet | |
| But burned out and going blue | |
| The salt is set with open wounds | |
| Doused and fresh | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won' t hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| Just act as if I' m gone | |
| And decaying in my room | |
| I hold a shadow as close as a silver ghost | |
| Grasps onto an image known to him as you | |
| At this fast rate, I' ll be lucky if I' m dead by morning | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won' t hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| One touch one taste | |
| It' s enough to make you stay away | |
| Tonight I' m spent | |
| Pretend this razor is your lips | |
| You' re finding ways to kiss | |
| Ways to kiss me | |
| Deeply on the wrists | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It' s impossible to get it back | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It' s impossible to get that back | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| To get that back | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| I hope that you just won' t hear this |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| Don' t let me shut this light | |
| For the killer in my head | |
| Needs a signal to prove that I am not dead just yet | |
| But burned out and going blue | |
| The salt is set with open wounds | |
| Doused and fresh | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won' t hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| Just act as if I' m gone | |
| And decaying in my room | |
| I hold a shadow as close as a silver ghost | |
| Grasps onto an image known to him as you | |
| At this fast rate, I' ll be lucky if I' m dead by morning | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope the sails catch us | |
| I can open my eyes for a second | |
| And hope that you just won' t hear this | |
| A shipwreck | |
| An anchor | |
| A slowly sinking sailor | |
| Somehow, someway | |
| Someones bound to stay | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| One touch one taste | |
| It' s enough to make you stay away | |
| Tonight I' m spent | |
| Pretend this razor is your lips | |
| You' re finding ways to kiss | |
| Ways to kiss me | |
| Deeply on the wrists | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It' s impossible to get it back | |
| I loved what I had | |
| It' s impossible to get that back | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| Watery and saved | |
| To get that back | |
| It' s in this grave we lay | |
| I hope that you just won' t hear this |