I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns, his ups and 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 his looks, accustomed to his voice Accustomed to his face He's second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I'm very grateful he's a man 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 his face