Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
because a vison softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vison that was planted in my brain
still remains... within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked along
narrow streets of cobblestone
beneath the hallow of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
it split the night... and touched the sound of silence
and in the naked light I saw 10,000 people maybe more
people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never shared,
no one dared... disturb the sound of silence
fools said aye, you do not know
silence like a cancer grows
here my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the realms of silence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
and the sign said the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and town and halls...
and whispered in the sound of silence