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 remained within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Leave the halo of a street lamp,
I turn my collar to the cold and damp.
When my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night an d touched
the sound of si lence.
And in the naked light
I saw 10 ,000 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
Who 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,
let my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echo in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed,
to the Neon God they made.
And the sign -tellers got its warning,
in the words that it was warning.
And the sign said,
the words of the prophet
are written on a subway wall.
And tenement halls,
and whisper in the sounds of silence.