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, the nights are so cold

For love is so 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 why pretend

And let it linger on?

The nights, the nights are so cold

For love is so 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 why pretend

And let it linger on?

The thrill is gone