Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping, left the seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence And rest the streams I walk alone, the narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo of a street lamp, I turn my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light It split the night and lost 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, voices never shared, and no one dared To starve the sound of silence For said 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 fail And echo in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made And the sun flashed out its warning, in the words that it was forming And the sun said the words of the prophets, are written on the subway walls And sentiment waltzed and whispered, in the sounds of silence