| Lyrics: | 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.
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 share
And no one
dared
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 echoed
In the wells of
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 whisper'd in the
sounds of silence |
