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 In restless dreams I walk alone, narrow streets of throttle stone In the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp And my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light It split the night, and touched the sound of silence It would make it light I saw, ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening People writing songs, that voices never share No one dared, disturb the sound of silence So now you do not know, silence like a painted wall Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might lead you But my words, like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the world of silence And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon drums they made And the silence, I doubt it is for me, in the words that it was for me And the silence, like the words of the prophets are written on the sand with bones And there it falls, the whispered sound of silence