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 and 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