Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seed while I was sleeping

And the vision that planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

The sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

Beneath the halo of streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

It split the night

And touched the sound of silence

The sound of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

"Fools," said I, "You do not know,

Silence like a cancer grows."

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

System check

Neon black

And the sign flashed out its warning

Here's the words that it was forming,

The words of the prophet were written on the subway walls and tenement halls,

And whispered in the sound of silence

The sounds of silence

The sounds of silence

The sounds

"Fools," said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Here's my arms that I might reach you."