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?