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 with the sound of silence In restless dreams I walk alone Narrow streets of cobble stone Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence |