I've grown accustomed to his face,
|
He almost makes the day begin,
|
I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistle night and noon.
|
His smiles, his frowns,
|
His ups his downs are second nature ot me know
|
Like breathing out and breathing in.
|
|
I was so really 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 everyday.
|
His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows
|
Are sencond nature to me know
|
Like breathing out, breathing in
|
|
I'm very glad 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
|
|
-----------------
|
I’ve Grown Accustomed To Your Face
|
| Diana Krall |
