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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] A year goes by, she doesn't [Chorus] [Repeat 2x]