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 the restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestones.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp.
And my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that spilt the night, and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked night I saw, ten thousand people maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never share.
No one dares disturb the sound of silence.
'Fools' said I,'You do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words I might teach you, take my arms I might reach you.'
But my words like silence raindrops fell, 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 whisper in the sound of silence.