Minor Key

Was it your curious eyes or my big fur hat?

Was it my crooked smile or your thick accent?

Was it the questions that didn't matter?

Was it the first walk home?

Or the shrinking space between our mouths

When it was cold to the bone?

Thought I would invite you up for tea

True love is always in a minor key

Oh, we tried to say our goodbyes

But we just stood and stared

Slow and warm into each other's eyes

Like a double-dare

Side by side

In my living room

The saddest sounds of Arab Strap

Provide the perfect tunes

'Cuz happy songs are weaker than they seem

True love is always in a minor key

Rabbit ears and bass guitars

Experiments and random facts

Weekend rental cars

Chinatown, from here to there

Coney Island Wonder Wheel

Your fingers in my hair

Its beauty's found in pieces by Sate

True love is always in a minor key

Ah-ah-ah-ah