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