Small Cry - Crystal Waters

In a winter’s room

There’s a cold smell of dust

In a centered room

There’s a hot smell of must

Though I do know who you’re doing it to

I can’t argue, make it seem untrue

There’s sweat upon his head

There was something in that bed

As he slowly walks away

He’s leaving it — forget

And there’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

In a silent room

There’s a heart full of gloom

In a silent world

There’s hearts without room

Though I do know what he’s going thru

I can’t argue, make it all untrue

There’s sweat upon his head

There was something in that bed

As we slowly walk away

We’re leaving it — forget

And there’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

There’s a small cry for help

Help, help me

Help, help me

Help, help me

Help, help me