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 along
narrow streets of cobble stone
beneath 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 light
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
and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence
"fool" 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 raindrops fell
and echoed in the walls of silence
and the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
and the signs said "the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls"
whispering in the sounds of silence
