She Got Dressed Lyrics - Fleet Foxes

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 drum 

I get into the car 

My interrogation starts 

In the passenger seat 

There's a ton of mess of tangled leads 

And a golden ring 

Glimmerin' at her feet 

And the beat it goes on 

She got she 

Got dressed got 

She got dressed up 

[X2] 

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 keepin' every night 

Is it what you 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 in the pot 

Yeah the beat will go on 

[X2] 

Beat will go on 

Over land over still 

Out of the garden and over the hill 

[X2]