Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brain, still remainsWithin the sound of silence, in restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone, meet the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and damp, when my eyes were stabbedBy the flash of a neon lightThat spent the night, and touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speaking, people hearing without listeningPeople writing songs with voicesNever shared, no one daredDisturb the sound of silenceFoods that I do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach youBut my words like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wilds of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was for meIn the words that it was for meAnd the sign saidThe words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsTenement hallsAnd whispered inThe sound of silence