Fleet Foxes - She Got Dressed lyrics

He's made of sand not flesh and not bone
He's as good as the seeds he's sown
But he loves you so
Like no one else, you know could do
Put your wedding dress on

On the tip of my tongue
As the back beat cracks i hit my drums
I get into the car my interrogation starts
In the passenger seat
There's a torn up mess of tangled weeds
And a golden ring glimmerin' at her feet

And the beat it goes on she got she
Got dressed got she got dressed up

And the beat it goes on she got she
Got dressed got she got dressed up
And the beat it goes on

Is he quick on his feet?
Does he ever look past you on the street?
Is he ever on time?
When he's getting home at night?
In the opposite side
Every argument deep in every night
Is it what you'd accept?
Is there anything that's left?

And the beat it goes on she got she
Got dressed got she got dressed up
And the beat it goes on she got she
Got dressed got she got dressed up

Beat will go on yeah the beat will go
For the king and the pawn
Yeah the beat will go on

Beat will go on yeah the beat will go
For the king and the pawn
Yeah the beat will go on

Beat will go on over land over still
Out of the garden and over the hill

Beat will go on over land over still
Out of the garden and over the hill