Hello darkness , my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a version softly creeping.
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the version that was planted in my brain.
Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walk alone.
Narrow streets of cobble stone.
Neath the hole of a street lamp.
I turned my collar to the cool and damp.
When my eyes was stabbed by the flash of a neon light.
That split the night.
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked night 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 rain-drops fell.
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bow and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its waring.
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said
"the words of the prophets are written the subway walls and tenement halls
Whispered in the sound of silence"
