The Thrill Is Gone [Prince Of Cool: The Pacific Jazz Years 1952-1957 - Chet Sings Disc 1]
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' and 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, The thrill is gone.