The Thrill Is Gone

　　The Thrill Is Gone - Helen Merrill

　　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 your love was new

　　Birds were singin' 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

　　This is the end

　　So why pretend

　　And let it linger on

　　The thrill is gone

　　The thrill is gone