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,
Within the sound of 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
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
Disturb the sound of 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 the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out it s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
