| 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, 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 and no one dared | |
| Disturb the sound of silence, 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, the 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 | |
| And whispered in the sound of silence, in the sound of silence. | |
| In the sound, the sound of silence, in the sound of silence. | |
| Hmm, the sound of silence, silence. |