The Sound of Silence

Song	The Sound of Silence
Artist	Stalley
Album	Lincoln Way Nights

Lyrics

	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 with the sound of silence
	In restless dreams I walk alone
	Narrow streets of cobble stone
	Beneath the hallo of a street lamp,
	I turned my collar to the cold and damp
	When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light
	That split the night
	And touched the sound of silence

	And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more
	People talking without speaking hearing without listening
	People writing songs that voices never share
	And no one dare disturb the sound of silence
	＂Fool＂ 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 rain-drops fell
	And echo-ed in the wells of silence
	And the people bow and prayed
	to the neon God they made
	And the sign flash out its warning
	In the words that it was forming
	And the sings said ＂The words of the prophers are
	written the subway walls and tenement halls＂
	And whispered in the sounds of silence


	The End.

Pinyin

	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 with the sound of silence
	In restless dreams I walk alone
	Narrow streets of cobble stone
	Beneath the hallo of a street lamp,
	I turned my collar to the cold and damp
	When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light
	That split the night
	And touched the sound of silence

	And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more
	People talking without speaking hearing without listening
	People writing songs that voices never share
	And no one dare disturb the sound of silence
	Fool 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 bow and prayed
	to the neon God they made
	And the sign flash out its warning
	In the words that it was forming
	And the sings said The words of the prophers are
	written the subway walls and tenement halls
	And whispered in the sounds of silence


	The End.