Estate Sale Sign - The Mountain Goats

Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades

The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the Crusades

Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when he rides by

But I remember when we shared a vision, you and I

Worked hard to build this altar—we made it earn its keep

The cracks across its surface spiderweb while we’re asleep

The sacrificial stains all spreading out and soaking through

But I remember when we kept it pretty, me and you

And high above the water

The eagle spots the fish

Every martyr in this jungle

Is gonna get his wish

Stock shots, stupid stock shots from the Pomona Mall

Spread out like unloved icons, gathering dust upon the wall

From films no one remembers, they call down silently

But I remember when their names were dear to you and me

Oh

Pennies on the dollar, everything’s gotta go

The things that we can’t even give away—I don’t wanna know

Try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up to the light

I can remember when we loved each other day and night