Pretty

I used to be quite pretty...

A song...

Quiet nights of quiet stars
quiet chords from my guitar
floating on the silence that surrounds us.

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
quiet walks by quiet streams
and a window that looks out on Corcovado, oh how lovely

This is where I want to be here with you so close to me
until the final flicker of life's ember.

I who was lost and lonely believing life was only
a bitter tragic joke, have found with you,
the meaning of existence, oh my love

- Quiet Nights. By Frank Sinatra. Interpreted by Astrud Gilberto