Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creepin'
Left its seeds while I was sleepin'
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
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes where stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That 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,
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools!" said I, "you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grow.
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 wells 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 forming,
And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence."
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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