IAN SWEET - Holographic Jesus

{Verse 1}
Feels like green
Feels like lavender and grey, grey, grey
I wash my hands and I cause shade
How could you tell that I'm a bedroom girl?
Is it my holographic Jesus
Or the Grim Reaper on my necklace?

{Chorus}
The sun on my wrist, on my wrist
It's never felt like this
The sun on my wrist, on my wrist
It's never felt like this

{Post-Chorus}
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
And I'm right over there
Laying it down there

{Verse 2}
Saw an umbrella flap it's wings like a bat
How 'bout that?
No more choosing, no more losing
To the light that forms shapes on your back

{Chorus}
The sun on my wrist, on my wrist
It's never felt like this
The sun on my wrist, on my wrist
It's never felt like this

{Post-Chorus}
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
The sun built me to shade everybody
And I put my hands in dirt, it barely hurt
I'm right over there
Laying it down there
I'm right over there
Laying it down there
I put my hands in dirt, it barely hurt