Answer:
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
What do people want the least on their hands?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail