Hello darkness, my old ,
I’ve come to talk with you ,
Because a softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was ,
And the vision that was planted in my
Still
the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked
Narrow of cobblestone,
Beneath the halo of a street ,
I turned my collar to the and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon
That split the
And the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I
Ten thousand people, maybe .
People talking without ,
People hearing without ,
People writing songs that voices never
And no one dare
the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not
Silence like a cancer .
Hear my words that I might you,
Take my arms that I might you.”
But my words like silent raindrops ,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and
To the neon god they .
And the sign flashed out its ,
In the words that it was .
And the sign said, “The of the prophets
are written on the subway
And tenement .”
And in the sounds of silence.