The Sound-Jah Cure

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 with the sound of silence In restless dreams I walk alone Narrow streets of cobble stone Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more People talking without speaking hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare disturb the sound of silence "Fool" 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 rain-drops fell And echo-ed in the wells of silence And the people bow and prayed to the neon God they made And the sign flash out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sings said "The words of the prophers are written the subway walls and tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence