Lyrics I've Grown Accustomed to His Face - Katharine McPhee

I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed
To the tune that 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

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