in a winter's mood there's a cold smell of dust

in a scented room, there's a hot smell of musk

do i, do you, do i know what you gonna do?

can i, can you, can i make it seem untrue?

there's sweat upon his head, there was something in that bed

as he slowly walks away, he's leaving him for dead


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 doom

in a silent world, there's hearts without room

do i, do you, do i know what it's going through?

can i, can you, can i make it all untrue?

there's sweat upon his head, there was something in that bed

as we slowly walk away, we're leaving him for dead



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



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
oh you got to help
oh you got to help
got to help
got to help
wont you help me
oh you got to help
oh you got to help
got to help
got to help
wont you help me