Hello, darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping, I left the seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains with the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobble stone
Neath 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

split 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 that voices never share
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence

Fools said “I, you do not know Silence like a cancer grows”
Hear my words that might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fall
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
And whispers in the sound of silence