The Sound Of Silence

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
 That split the night
 And touched the sound of silence
 And in the naked light I saw
 Ten thousand people, maybe more
 People talking without speaking
 People hearing without listening
 People writing songs that voices never share
 And no one dared
 Disturb the sound of silence
 Hello darkness, my old friend
 I've come to talk with you again