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 sounds of silence
and all the nights i walk alone
down the streets of cobblestone
beneath the halo of a street lamp
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
what i saw there was the flash of a neon light
it hit the night
it brings the sound of silence
people i don't even know
i wanna tell them where to go
hear my ears that i might hear you
take my arms that i might reach you
and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
it brings the sounds of silence
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 sounds of silence
and all the nights i walk alone
down the streets of cobblestone
beneath the halo of a street lamp
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
what i saw there was the flash of a neon light
it hit the night
it brings the sound of silence
people i don't even know
i wanna tell them where to go
hear my ears that i might hear you
take my arms that i might reach you
and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
it brings the sounds of silence