And when we talk of old acquaintance
The only four words that I hear are, "The thrill is gone"
I won't need to go to sleep and dream to tell me
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Speak like two strangers all day long
No, we never get it back
When evening drops magenta
Hey, and we never get it back
Who'll be first to say it that the thrill is gone?
And we never get it back
That the thrill is gone
And goodbye hangs on and on
And we never get it back