I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face Testo

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her 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 her looks, accustomed to her voice

Accustomed to her face




I'm very grateful she's a woman 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 her face