Well, 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 sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath 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
And it split the night, And touched the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know, Silence like a cancer grows
Well hear my words and I might teach you, Touch my hand I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops they fell, And echoed, In the wells of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking oh
People hearing without listening oh
People writing them songs, that voices will never share

Oh, 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."
But can’t you see that we’re lost
And thank you so much, for silence knows