G#mF#
Hello darkness my old friend,
G#m
I’ve come to talk with you again.
BEB
Because a vision softly creeping
EB
Left it’s seed while I was sleeping,
EB
And the vision that was planted in my brain
G#m
Still remains
BF#G#m
Within the sounds of silence.
G#mF#
In restless dreams I walked alone,
G#m
Narrow streets of cobble stone.
BEB
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
EB
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
EB
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
G#m
That split the night
BF#G#m
And touched the sounds of silence.
G#mF#
And in the naked light I saw
G#m
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
BEB
People talking without speaking,
EB
People hearing without listening,
EB
People writing songs that voices never shared,
G#m
And no one dared
BF#G#m
Disturb the sounds of silence.
G#mF#
“Fools!” said I, “you do not know,
G#m
Silence like a cancer grows.
BEB
Hear my words that I might teach you,
EB
Take my arms that might reach you.”
EBG#m
But my words like silent raindrops fell
BF#G#m
And echoed in the wells of silence.
G#mF#
And the people bowed and prayed
G#m
To the neon gods they made.
BEB
And the sign flashed its warning,
EB
In the words that it was forming,
EB
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are
B
written on the subway walls
G#m
And tenement halls.”
BF#G#m
And whispered in the sounds of silence.