I'm in your arms, and you are kissing me
But there seems to be something missingin 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
I'm in your arms, and you are kissing me
But there seems to be something missingin 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
