I've grown accustomed to your face. You almost make my day begin. I've grown accustomed to the tune that 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 look; Accustomed to your voice; Accustomed to your face.