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 [bad word] 
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 singin', skies were blue,
Now I don't appeal to you,
The thrill is gone.
This is the end
So why pretend.
And let is linger on?
The thrill is gone.