Today felt kinda tense, because I spent the day arguing about Real Money Trade and in-game economics. Bleargh.

Plus, I have a horrendous cold.

So out came this. Which maybe I can record when I actually have a voice again.

Let Us Just Be
Some lazy days after a disagreement
We can sit in our chairs and quietly read
But now there’s holidays, and the lights, and the errands
The meals to be made, and the way nothing is free

It seems so hard to just be, hard to just listen
Stretch out your self and let it fill a room
It’s hard to just listen
Stretch out your self and let it fill a room

So now here we are amid the chattering carols
What will there be in that box under the Christmas tree?
There’s no snow around here, no wet socks and hot cocoa
The sharp smell that reminds us we must be together or freeze
There’s no icy puddles to slip, no icicles like daggers
We need the weather to tell us what to believe

Chorus

The words make a wall, they want to be misunderstood
We can try to cut through them, but they fill the air
So let me give you a gift after this disagreement
Let’s sit in our chairs and quietly read
We can have a space between the chattering carols
We can have our lazy day beside the Christmas tree

It seems so hard to just be, hard to just listen
Stretch out your self and let it fill a room
Let us just be, let us just listen
Stretch out your silence, and fill the room