Thomas Thoreau - That Ring Lyrics

Old cat, your new jeans
Claws drawn, cold and comforting
In search of warmth your lap can provide
While my blood chills by your wintery side

A single dimming bulb
Shows all that we see
The glow of your finger
And his claddagh ring

Will you flip that ring for me?

You admit, you can hardly breathe
"Is it the weight of the cat?" I ask softly
You smile, but we know the cause
The tension in this room, every breath we draw

A single dimming bulb
Shows all that we see
Your face touching mine
Internal retreat

Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring for me?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring for me?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring?

Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring for me?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring for me?
Will you flip that ring for me? Will you flip that ring?

Will you flip that ring for me? (I won't flip)
Will you flip that ring for me? (This ring for you)
Will you flip that ring for me? (That he gave to me)
Will you flip that ring? (Before I knew you)

Will you flip that ring for me? (I won't flip)
Will you flip that ring for me? (This ring for you)
Will you flip that ring for me? (That he gave to me)
Will you flip that ring? (Before I knew you)

Will you flip that ring for me?
Will you flip that ring, please?