The Thrill Is Gone

The thrill is gone The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The thrill is gone The nights are cold [For our love is old?] Love was grand when love was new Birds were singing Skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you The thrill is gone This is the end So I pretend [And let it let let go?] The thrill is gone The thrill is gone