Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain, well it still remains within the sound of silence In rested streams I walk alone, narrow streets of cobblestone Meet the halo of a street lamp, I turn my color to the cold and damp Oh and my eyes, they will stand by the neon light, that split the night and touch the sound Silent, and in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening People writing songs, hope their voices will never share Oh no and no one dared to stir the sound of silence For who said I could do not know, of silence like a cancer grows Dear my words that I might teach you, won't you take my arms and I might reach you But my words, like siren raindrops fell on a hill And whispered, they 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, and the words that it was for the men And the silence said the words of the prophets written on the subway walls And tenement halls, and they whispered in the sound of silence Thank you for watching!