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