Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds 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
Narrow streets of cobblestome
Near the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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 that voices never share
None dare, disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools”, said I, “you do not know”.
Silence like a cancer grows,
Hear my words that I might reach you,
But my words, like silent randrops fell
And echoed the will of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warming
In the words that it was forming,
And the sign said: “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls
And whisper the sound of silence”.
Simon and Garfunkel