The Sound Of Silence

Hello, darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains

Within the sound of silence, silence.

In restless dreams, I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never shared and no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence, silence.

"Fools" said I "You do not know, silence like a cancer grows.

Hear 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 wells of silence, the 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 tenement halls and whispered

And whispered in the sound of silence, in the sound of silence.

In the sound, the sound of silence, in the sound of silence.

Hmm, the sound of silence, silence.