Hello darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softy creeping.
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
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 dare
Disturb The Sound Of Silence.