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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
