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