I try to be patient, I try not to moan
But it’s driving me crazy tryin’ to live here alone
My conversation gets nowhere when I talk to myself
I’ve lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf
The moon is wasting its shine, shinin' on me, until I see you again
I won't be out in the moonlight and I'll sleeping by 10
The birds are wasting their song, singin' to me, until I'm wakin' with you
Until you're back in my arms, dear, the birds will have to find something better to do
But it’s driving me crazy tryin’ to live here alone
My conversation gets nowhere when I talk to myself
I’ve lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf
The moon is wasting its shine, shinin' on me, until I see you again
I won't be out in the moonlight and I'll sleeping by 10
The birds are wasting their song, singin' to me, until I'm wakin' with you
Until you're back in my arms, dear, the birds will have to find something better to do
—Olivia Newton-John, "Something Better to Do"
Olga was being too emotional, her facade was breaking down in the face of Chloe's disappearance. He had to count on Celestine to keep Olga sanguine, otherwise nobody would be very happy with an entire district of Ken being reduced to ash thanks to Olga's magic.
