| Song | Sounds Of Silence |
| Artist | The Dickies |
| Album | Punk Singles Collection |
| 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 | |
| Âneath 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 shared, no one dared 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 sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls and whispered in the sound 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 shared, no one dared 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 sign said " The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls and whispered in the sound 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 shared, no one dared 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 sign said " The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls | |
| And tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence." |