The sounds of silence
Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again,
Because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping
And a vision
that was planted in my brain
still remains,
within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a pale street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
when my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of neon light
that split the night
and touched the sounds 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 rainbows fell
and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon gods they'd 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
Simon & Garfunkel