Im too tired to deceive you
We cant pretend theres nothing wrong
Wholl be the first to say it?
That the thrill is gone
And we never get it back...

When we talk of old aquaintance and
Speak like two strangers all day long
The only four words that I hear
Are the thrill is gone
And we never get it back...

When evening falls magenta
And goodnight hangs on and on
I wont need to go to sleep and dream to tell me
That the thrill is gone
And we never get it back...