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 a vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence Oh, as those dreams are walked alone Down the streets of cobblestone Near the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were set by the flash of a neon light I 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 But no one there Disturbed the sound Of silence