The Sound Of Silence-Heir Apparent

Hello darkness my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left it's seeds while I was sleeping And a 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 streetlamp 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 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 And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are Written on the subway walls - and tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence 7. The Haunting [Written by Mike Jackson, Steve Benito and Terry Gorle] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] Memory- go away I grow weary from my running Hiding for so long I've lost my way Morning light's reminders Painting colors in my prison Daylight brightens every shade of grey The pain never ending, and now its so cliche Yesterdays are creaking doors And noises in the nighttime Feelings, only chains across the floor Voices on the wind, softly moan I hear them whisper Mirrors mock the man I was before My mind slowly fading Like paper in the rain The haunting, it still remains The haunting, it still remains Turning and burning in my bed A never-ending ghost That lives inside my head Memory- go away I grow weary from my running Hiding for so long I've lost my way Yesterdays are creaking doors And noises in the nighttime Feelings, only chains across the floor My mind keeps decaying Like paper in the rain The haunting, it still remains The haunting, it still remains Turning and burning in my bed A never-ending ghost That lives inside my head Memories remain of the haunting Can't stop the pain of the haunting: