[Verse 1]
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
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

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

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