I’ve Grown Accustomed To His Face Pat Suzuki

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 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 his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face

I'm very grateful he's a fella
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