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.
Neath the halo of a straight lamp
I'd turn my collar to the cold and damp.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light.
That split the night
And touch the sound of silence.
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, of silence
you
