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