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