Thrill Is Gone — текст песни (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 benn 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