The Thrill Is Gone

I’m too tired to deceive you
We can’t pretend there’s nothing wrong
Who’ll be first to say it that the thrill is gone?
And we never get it back
And when we talk of old acquaintance
Speak like two strangers all day long
The only four words that I hear are, «The thrill is gone»
Hey, and we never get it back
When evening drops magenta
And goodbye hangs on and on
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on
I won’t need to go to sleep and dream to tell me
That the thrill is gone
And we never get it back
No, we never get it back
No, we never get it back