In my brain still remains
People talking without speaking
Of a neon light that split the night
Because a vision softly creeping
People hearing without listening
I've come to talk with you again
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written
And echoed in the wells of silence
And touched the sound of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
On the subway walls and tenement halls
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
Within the sound of silence
Disturb the sound of silence
To the neon god they made
Songwriters: Gordon Jenkins, Nat Simon
Never share and no one dared
Hear my words that I might teach you
And the vision that was planted
In the words that it was forming
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
Take my arms that I might reach you"
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
Publisher: MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Hello darkness, my old friend
People writing songs that voices
Silence like a cancer grows
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
And the sign flashed out its warning
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash