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 walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone, meet the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp, when my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That spent 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 with voices
Never shared, no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Foods that I do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wilds of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was for me
In the words that it was for me


And the sign said
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
Tenement halls
And whispered in
The sound of silence