| 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 alone | |
| Narrow streets of cobblestone, | |
| 'neath 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 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 deared | |
| 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 raindrops fell, | |
| And echoed | |
| In the wells 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. | |
| And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. |