The sound of silence -- Paul Simon
 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 with the sound of silence
 In restless dreams I walk alone
 Narrow streets of cobble stone
 Beneath the hallo of a street lamp,
 I turned my collar to the cold and damp
 When my eyes were stabbled 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 may be more
 People talking without speaking 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 rain-drops fell
 And echo-ed in the wells of silence
 And the people bow and prayed
 to the neon God they made
 And the sign flash out its warning
 In the words that it was forming
 And the sings said "The words of the prophers are
 written the subway walls and tenement halls"
 And whispered in the sounds of silence