Hello darkness, my old frieeeeeeend...
I've come to talk with you agaaaaaaain...
Because a vision softly cree-ping...
Left its seeds while I was slee-ping...
And the vision that was planted in my brain...
Still remains...
Within the sooooooooooound of silence...
In restless dreams I walked aloooooooooone...
Narrow streets of cobblestooooooooooone...
'Neath the halo of a street lamp...
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 sooooooooooooound of silence...
And in the naked light I saw...
Ten thousand people, maybe more...
People talking without spea-king...
People hearing without list'-ning...
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dared...
Disturb the sooooooooooooound of silence...
"Fools", said I, "You do not knooooooow...
Silence like a cancer grooooooooows...
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 weeeeeeeeells of silence...
And the people bowed and praaaaaaaaayed...
To the neon god they maaaaaaaade...
And the sign flashed out its war-ning...
In the words that it was for-ming...
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls...
And tenement halls"...
And whispered in the sooooooooounds of--
*urk*
(Bah.)