Softly the crystals falling on 17th Street
Do their dance and die and are gone
Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet
And 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 off your life...

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