Longing

They are moaning, singing about the love that's never been. They long for a triumphal appearance, where are you, I haven't seen you, and they cry when they're drunk and they laugh when they're sober. Where is the love, where is the love, all of them sharing their wish. Someday a single beautiful eye will catch their heart, and its gaze will hypnotize them. Heartache will be all they know, and they will cry when they're drunk and sigh when they're sober, longing for that eye, that eye, that eye, an eye that never looks at them but looks at the world instead.