Mothra (Will You Please Be Quiet)

Martha, will you please be quiet?
Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep?
I know, though you have told me
That our love is growing cold
We're not the first ones to trade passion
For a little bit of peace

And, Martha, will you please stop crying?
The neighbors are beginning to talk
You say our love is dying
But I find it very trying
To try and conjure up nostalgia
For something that never was

So go on, Martha
Find a better life if it is out there
Go on, Martha
And sing to me the miracles you find
And I'll be here waiting for you
When you've found that all your dreaming
Was just a waste of time