He found But did not seek; Could not recognize A soul unique. Too jaded by the crowds; Eyes open wide, He fooled his mind and fled Somewhere inside. I waited there, So long for him to see, But could not hope For what would never be.
Hear The desperate call, Hear The desperate cry; See The longing look, See The downcast eye. Hear The silent whisper, Hear The wretched sigh; Feel The aching hunger, See How much he tries; Tries And tries again, But seems always to go wrong. So desperate to find love… Strange That hope can burn so long.