Hello Darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
left it's 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 alone
narrow streets of cobblestone
beneathe 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 soul of silence

and in the nakid light i saw
ten thousand people, maybe more
people talking without speeking
people hearing without listning
people wrighting songs
that voices never shared
no one dared
to stir the sound of silence
silence i will never know
silence like the 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
an echo
in the well of silence

and the people bowed and played
to the neon that they made
and the sun flashed out it's warning
in the words that it was forming
and the signs
with the words of the prophits
are written on the subway walls
in ten minute hauls
and the wisper
in the sound of silence