Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a version softly creeping
And the version 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 streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Split the night
And in the nakes light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more
People writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared
To stir the sound of silence
Fool, said I,you do not know
silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words and I might teach you
take my arms then I might reach you
But my words, like silence raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed to neon God they're made
And the sigh said the words of prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence.
