Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping, left its scenes 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, in narrow streets of cobblestone Least the halo of a street lamp, had turned my color to the cold and damp When my eyes were stammed 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, and voices never shared And no one dared, to stir the sound of silence Fools in I, you do not know, silence like a cancer grows Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms and I might reach you But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed in praise, to the neon god they made And the sign flashed out each morning, and the words that it was forming And the signs and the words and the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls, and whispered in the sound of silence Thanks for watching!