Same dancers in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can’t lose There’s no telling what a man might do After the thrill is gone
The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You’re not quite lovers And you’re not quite friends After the thrill is gone boy After the thrill is gone
You’re afraid you might fall out of fashion You’re feeling cold and small Any kinda love without passion Ain’t no kinda lovin’ at all
Time passes and you must move on Half the distance takes you twice as long So you keep on singin’ for the sake of a song After the thrill is gone
You’re afraid you might fall out of fashion You’re feeling cold and small Any kinda love without passion Ain’t no kinda lovin’ at all
Same dancers in the same old shoes You get too careful with the steps you choose You don’t care about winning but you don’t wanna lose After the thrill is gone boy After the thrill is gone