Fifty-fifty chance de Suzanne Vega

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?