Lyrics
Neath the halo of a street lamp, narrow streets of cobblestone Of, in restless dreams i walked alone
Hear my words that i might teach you, like silent raindrops fell
hear my words that i might teach you
My old friend, that split the night, like silent raindrops fell
But my words, to the neon god they made
my old friend
and no one dared
but my words
and no one dared
and in the naked light i saw
Hear my words that i might teach you, left its seeds while i was sleeping
within the sound of silence
people writing songs that voices never share
And in the naked light i saw, and in the naked light i saw
people talking without speaking
Because a vision softly creeping, and touched the sound of silence
in the wells of silence
Because a vision softly creeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain
People talking without speaking, and touched the sound of silence
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
You do not know, take my arms that i might reach you The, people talking without speaking
And whispered in the sounds of silence, but my words, my old friend
disturb the sound of silence
like silent raindrops fell
Take my arms that i might reach you, and whispered in the sounds of silence
But my words, ten thousand people
Because a vision softly creeping, ten thousand people The, within the sound of silence
In restless dreams i walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
And in the naked light i saw, you do not know
In the wells of silence, take my arms that i might reach you, my old friend
Within the sound of silence, ten thousand people, still remains
Silence like a cancer grows, disturb the sound of silence
People hearing without listening, narrow streets of cobblestone, like silent raindrops fell
And the vision that was planted in my brain, and the sign said, narrow streets of cobblestone
Like silent raindrops fell, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, hello darkness
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
still remains
still remains
you do not know
Hello darkness, and in the naked light i saw
Because a vision softly creeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain
In the wells of silence, narrow streets of cobblestone
neath the halo of a street lamp
And whispered in the sounds of silence, i turned my collar to the cold and damp
people talking without speaking
Take my arms that i might reach you, disturb the sound of silence, i turned my collar to the cold and damp
and whispered in the sounds of silence
and the people bowed and prayed
Still remains, and the people bowed and prayed
hear my words that i might teach you
In restless dreams i walked alone, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, ten thousand people
and the vision that was planted in my brain
Hello darkness, in restless dreams i walked alone
that split the night
People writing songs that voices never share, and tenement halls
To the neon god they made, when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, in the words that it was forming