Hello darkness, my old friend
I 've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
left it seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains in the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone.
Naeth 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

"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 was tenement halls."
and whisper in the sound of silence.