hello darkness my old friend
i've come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
less it seems while i was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound of silence
in restless dreams i walk 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
no one dare
disturb the sound of silence
said i you don't 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 echo in the wells of silence of silence of silence
and the people bound pray
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 whispered in the sounds of silence
