Lyrics
Softly the crystals falling on 17th Street
Do their dance and die and are gone
Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet
Nothing gets done
An hour goes by, she doesn't
If you don't cry, it isn't love
If you don't cry
Then you just don't feel it deep enough
Dying all day in thousands of little ways
Dancing alone and drinking a lot
Closing the clubs and haunting the cabarets
Looking for what
Another five years of your life
If you don't cry, it isn't love
If you don't cry
Then you just don't feel it deep enough
A year goes by, she doesn't
If you don't cry, it isn't love
If you don't cry
Then you just don't feel it deep enough
If you don't cry, it isn't love
If you don't cry
Then you just don't feel it deep enough
