Feb 24, 2007 21:43
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 love is old
Love was grand when love was new
Birds where singing skies where blue
NOw it dont appeal to you
The thrill is gone
This is the end
So why pretend?
And let it linger on?
The thrill is gone...the thrill is gone.