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?