| Song | The Sound of Silence |
| Artist | Tara MacLean |
| Album | Songs for Sunset |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 walked alone | |
| Narrow streets of cobblestone, | |
| ‘Neath 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 | |
| That 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 | |
| And no one deared | |
| Disturb the sound of silence. | |
| “Fools” said I,”You do not know | |
| Silence like a cancer grows. | |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, | |
| Take my arms that I might reach you.” | |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell, | |
| And 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, | |
| In the words that it was forming. | |
| And the signs said, The words of the prophets | |
| are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls. | |
| And whisper’d in the sounds of silence. |
| 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 walked alone | |
| Narrow streets of cobblestone, | |
| ' Neath 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 | |
| That 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 | |
| And no one deared | |
| Disturb the sound of silence. | |
| " Fools" said I," You do not know | |
| Silence like a cancer grows. | |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, | |
| Take my arms that I might reach you." | |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell, | |
| And 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, | |
| In the words that it was forming. | |
| And the signs said, The words of the prophets | |
| are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls. | |
| And whisper' d in the sounds of silence. |
| 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 walked alone | |
| Narrow streets of cobblestone, | |
| ' Neath 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 | |
| That 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 | |
| And no one deared | |
| Disturb the sound of silence. | |
| " Fools" said I," You do not know | |
| Silence like a cancer grows. | |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, | |
| Take my arms that I might reach you." | |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell, | |
| And 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, | |
| In the words that it was forming. | |
| And the signs said, The words of the prophets | |
| are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls. | |
| And whisper' d in the sounds of silence. |