Hello, darkness. Hello, darkness, my old friend. 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 Still remains within the sound of silence And in the naked light itself Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one there understood the sound of silence Fools, fools That I am and there's no silence like against the grail See my words and I'm mighty too Take my arms that I might retrieve But my voice like silent radio spare And echo, echo in the words of silence And echo, echo in the words of silence And echo, echo in the words of silence And the people bowed and prayed, prayed, prayed, prayed To the new God they meet And the siren flies out its warning In the words that it was for me And the siren said the words of the prophets are written as I was And gentlemen hosed and whispered in the sound of silence And echo, echo in the words of silence And echo, echo in the words of silence And whispered in the sound of silence And whispered in the sound of silence And whispered in the sound of silence