Thrill Is Gone

One, two, three Sure was a hell of a mistake I made But I sure am glad that I made it No way for a grown man to behave More the act of a teen opportunist I stand accused of losing my head We sit so high on the city walls Our tears wash clean the cobblestones It's not so much that the thrill is gone Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along I can sense trouble just around the bend And it's all been my kind of [Incomprehensible] I can't carry on with all this pretense When it's clear that my love has been fading I stand accused of the things I said We sit so high on the city walls Our tears wash clean the cobblestones It's not so much that the thrill is gone Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along Brighter thrill has come along We sit so high on the city walls Our tears wash clean the cobblestones It's not so much that the thrill is gone Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along