The Thrill Is Gone / Django

The thrill is gone

The thrill is gone

I can see it in your eyes

I can hear it in your sighs

I feel your touch then realize

The thrill is gone

The nights are cold

For love is old

Love was grand when love was new

Birds were singing and 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

The thrill is gone

The nights are cold

For love is old

Love was grand when love was new

Birds were singing and 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

The thrill is gone

The thrill is gone