50-50 chance
 The doctor said
 In the cardiac room
 As she's lying in bed

 There's a pan on the floor
 Filled with something black
 I need to know
 I'm afraid to ask

 I hug you
 I hum to you
 I've come to you
 I touch you

 I tell you
 I love you
 I sing to you
 Bring to you
 Anything

 Her little heart
 It beats so fast
 Her body trembles
 With the effort to last

 I hug you
 I hum to you
 I've come to you
 I touch you

 I tell you
 I love you
 I sing to you
 Bring to you
 Anything

 She's going home
 Tomorrow at ten
 The question is
 Will she try it again