Sounds Of Silence

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
P. SIMON

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 SOUNDS OF SILENCE

AND ALL THE NIGHTS I WALK ALONE
DOWN THE STREETS OF COBBLESTONE
BENEATH THE HALO OF A STREET LAMP
I TURNED MY COLLAR TO THE COLD AND DAMP
WHAT I SAW THERE WAS THE FLASH OF A NEON LIGHT
IT HIT THE NIGHT
IT BRINGS THE SOUND OF SILENCE

PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW
I WANNA TELL THEM WHERE TO GO
HEAR MY EARS THAT I MIGHT HEAR YOU
TAKE MY ARMS THAT I MIGHT REACH YOU
AND THE SIGN SAID THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS
ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY WALLS AND TENEMENT HALLS
IT BRINGS THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE