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
beneath the halo of a street lamp
i turned my color 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
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
