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've walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Meet the halo of 80's street lamp,
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stamped
by a flash of a neon light
That split the night an d
touched the sound of silence
I saw 10 ,000 people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
Silence like a cancer grows
In my words that I might teach you
Take my arms and I might beat you
But my words, like silent rain drops, fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
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
And the sign said the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
That tenement halls whispered
