Fifty-Fifty Chance
50-50 chanceThe doctor saidIn the cardiac roomAs she's lying in bed
There's a pan on the floorFilled with something blackI need to knowI'm afraid to ask
I hug youI hum to youI've come to youI touch you
I tell youI love youI sing to youBring to youAnything
Her little heartIt beats so fastHer body tremblesWith the effort to last
I hug youI hum to youI've come to youI touch you
I tell youI love youI sing to youBring to youAnything
She's going homeTomorrow at tenThe question isWill she try it again?