I've Grown Accustomed to Your Face

I've grown accustomed to your face You always make my day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune You whistle night and noon Your smiles, your frowns Your ups, your 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 your looks Accustomed to your voice, accustomed to your face