Lyrics:
Softly the crystals falling on 17th StreetDo their dance and die and are goneMillions of crystal balls roll around your feetNothing gets doneAn hour goes by, she doesn'tIf you don't cry, it isn't loveIf you don't cryThen you just don't feel it deep enoughDying all day in thousands of little waysDancing alone and drinking a lotClosing the clubs and haunting the cabaretsLooking for whatAnother five years of your lifeIf you don't cry, it isn't loveIf you don't cryThen you just don't feel it deep enoughA year goes by, she doesn'tIf you don't cry, it isn't loveIf you don't cryThen you just don't feel it deep enough(Repeat)