I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune that

She whistles night and noon

Her smiles her frowns

Her ups her downs

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenely independent and content before we met

Surely I could always be that way again

And yet

I've grown accustomed to her look

Accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face

Her joys her woes

Her highs her lows

Are second nature to me now

Like breathing out and breathing in

I'm very grateful she's a woman

And so easy to forget

Rather like a habit

One can always break

And yet

I've grown accustomed to the trace

Of something in the air

Accustomed to her face