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 dare 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 sign said, "The words of the prophets are written
on the subway walls and tenement halls."
And whispered in the sounds of silence