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 walk alone The narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo of a street lamp I turn my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light They split the night And touch 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 their voices never share And no one dares Disturb the sound of silence Voice that I do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arm that I might reach you Put my words like silent raindrops fell An echo in the wells of silence And the people bowed in prayer To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was for me And the sign said the words of the prophet Words written on the subway walls And cinnamon halls Whispered in the sound of silence Thanks for watching!