Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.Because a vision suddenly occurred to me. Left the seats while I was sleeping.And vision that was blended in my brain still remains within the sun of silence.In restless dreams I walk alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone.Near the halo of a street lamp, I turn my collar to the cold and damp.Where my eyes were stabbed by the flesh of a neon light.There's faith in my eyes and touch the sun of silence.In the naked eye I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening.People writing songs. Their voices never shared, nor a name.These took the sound of silence. Who said I did not know?Silence like cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you.Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell.An echo in the wells of silence. And the people are praying to the neon god they meet.And the silence has got its warning. In the words that it was warning.And the silence said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.And ten and a half whispered in the sound of silence.