The Thrill Is Gone

The Thrill Is Gone - Ella Mae Morse

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 were singing skies were blue

Now I 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