| 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 dare
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. |
