There are times when a writer has to say what's on his mind

Even though he knows you want to click away

Before you change the web address, let me tell you, I have two

Let me hold you up, and tell you as expressly as I can ...

I've started this new website, in earnest (as you do)

But that doesn't mean the old one's gone

And I wouldn’t want to trick you, and you know, I never will

There's just this empty place, a sign-up box, that only you can fill

Torn between two websites, this song doesn't rhyme

So it's difficult to work with if you’re me

Torn between two websites, reeling as a rule

Running them both is breaking all the regs

I mustn't think I've failed me

Cause I'm writing somewhere else

It's not the first real site I ever had

And all the things I’m writing here

And over there are true

And no one else can have the sort of emails I'll send you

Torn between two websites, feeling like a fool

Sascha’s Pitchy Witch does not belong with Yule

Torn between two websites, feeling like a fool

Running them both is breaking all the rules

I couldn't really blame you if you turned and clicked away

But with all my muddle-mindedness, I'm asking you to stay

Torn between two websites, no it isn’t cool

Maybe have a look at Sascha’s Eve of Yule

Torn between two websites, honestly it’s cruel

Running them both is breaking all the rules

Torn between two websites, feeling kind of dual

Running both of them, and yet they mustn’t duel

Torn between two websites; each one is a jewel

See what I did? I doubled up on Yule.