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 sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Meet the halo of the East Street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light
An d touch the sound of silence
I saw 10 ,000 people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
Their voices never shared
Dis turb the sound of silence
Folks that I used to not know
Silence like a castle grows
Hear my words that I might read you
Take my arms that I might read you
But my words like Simon's
And the people have prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed at its warning
In the words that it was for me
And the signs and the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And whispered in the sound of silence
