Intro
| 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 share |
| 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 |
| "The words of the prophets |
| Are written on the subway walls |
| And tenement halls |
| And whispered in the sounds of silence" |