Bernard Fanning — Thrill Is Gone lyrics

Lyrics

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