Thrill Is Gone Lyrics - Singles - Bernard Fanning

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 making 

I can't carry on with all this pretence 

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