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

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

Beauty's found in pieces by Sate
True love is always in a minor key