I've Grown Accutomed To His Face
Diana Krall
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, his downs
are second-natured to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I was surreally 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
I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say
good morning every day
His joys, his woes
his highs, his lows
are second-natured 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
to his face
to his face