She Got Dressed - 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 torn up mess of tangled beads

And a golden ring

Glimmerin' at her feet

And the beat it goes on She got she

Got dressed got

She got dressed up 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 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 on For the king and the pawn

Yeah, the beat will go on Beat will go on, yeah

The beat will go on 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