[00:23.000]I've grown accustomed to her face
[00:29.000]She almost makes the day begin
[00:34.500]I've grown accustomed to her tune
[00:38.000]She whistles night and noon
[00:40.800]Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and downs
[00:46.000]Are second to nature to me now
[00:51.600]Like breathing out and breathing in
[00:57.000]I was serenely independent and content before we met
[01:03.800]Surely I could always be that way again and yet
[01:08.300]I've grown accustomed to her looks
[01:12.000]Accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face
[01:42.000]She's second nature to me now
[01:48.000]Like breathing out and breathing in
[01:53.500]I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
[02:00.000]Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
[02:04.800]I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
[02:16.800]Accustomed to her face