I know because I saw your evening gown Even though you hid it in the pantry But we were walking taller than the bits and the sounds So I believed the tale you told me On down the wheel, and the lonely nights are real When I die, you make my tombstone Out of number nine diamond jewelry Turn my body into gold and shape it into chains and rings And I'll pity all the young men who are saving up their money And the old men with the piles of shiny things It was buried in the clockwork and the window panes You know I thought that you'd come with me Even then you knew that we were wasted on the plains And the cold earth beneath our bodies It was all for show Name, time, and county, baby, pick a row When I die, you make my tombstone Out of number nine diamond jewelry Turn my into my body into gold and shape it into chains and rings And I'll pity all the young men who are saving up their money And the old men with the piles of shiny things When she's gone, down the line when you've grown old Don't be surprised when all that's left is gold