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