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