Thrill Is Gone - Bedford Falls

I think of days of youth

When snow would come and we would play

And jump down from the roof

Careless of the consequences

Screaming through the night;

Committing senseless, stupid crimes

We’re Drinking dark-red poisoned wine;

Slowly Losing sense of time

But as truth shines through the rotten sun

We screamed with realization — THE THRILL IS GONE

HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER

She steps into the church

She bows down to the god she never knew or kissed or loved

She prays for mercy seas to take her

Far away from harm, To be cared for and be loved

To cry out the names of god;

And to be guided through the dark

But as truth shines through the rotten sun

She screams with realization — THE THRILL IS GONE

HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER

I think of days of youth, endless hours, wasted time

While being blind for the truth

Nothing lasts and nothing stays

Now we are torn apart, draw your daggers through your hearts

Pull your dreams and hopes at last for the lonesome times have passed

But as truth shines through the rotten sun

We screamed with realization — THE THRILL IS GONE