Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seed while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
And in the naked night I saw
Ten thousand people maybe
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dared to stir the sound
Of silence
And my eyes were stunned
By the flashes of a neon light
That split the night
And echoed the sound
Of silence
Of silence
Of silence
