Hello darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seed while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remains within the sound of silenceAnd in the naked night I sawTen thousand people maybePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songsThat voices never shareAnd no one dared to stir the soundOf silenceAnd my eyes were stunnedBy the flashes of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd echoed the soundOf silenceOf silenceOf silence
