I'm in your arms, and you are kissing me,
But there seems to be something missing in your kissing.
The love we knew is just a memory;
It's turned into a comedy.
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.