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.
Still remains within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath 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
It split the night and cut
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
Disturb the sounds of silence.
Fools that I do 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
And when people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was for me
the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
At tenement halls, and whispered
in the songs of silence you
