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