Letras:
Diana Krall Quiet Nights

: I've grown accustomed to his face, He almost makes the day begin, I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistle night and noon. His smiles, his frowns

: If you see me walking ddown the street And i start to cry each time we meet Walk on by Walk on by Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let

Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet cords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet

: You're my thrill You do something to me You send chills right through me When I look at you Cause you're my thrill You're my thrill How my pulse increases

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

I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a girl could want to do I could never see tomorrow I was never told about the sorrow

Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes walking And when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah When he walks he's like a samba

You're my thrill, you do something to me You send chills right through me when I look at you 'Cause you're my thrill You're my thrill, how my pulse increases

If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let