Hel-

lo

dark-

ness

my

old

friend

I've

come

to

talk

with

you

a-

gain

Be-

cause

a

vi-

sion

so-

ftly

cree-

ping

Left

its

seeds

while

I

wa-

as

slee-

ping.

And

the

vi-

sion

_

that

was

plan-

ted

in

my

brain.

Still

re-

mains

wi-

thin

the

sound

of

si-

len-

ce

_

In

rest-

less

dreams

I

walked

a-

lone

Nar-

row

streets

of

cob-

ble

stone

_

Neath

the

ha-

lo

of

a

street

lamp

_

I

turned

my

col-

lar

to

the

cold

and

damp

_

When

my

eyes

were

stabbed

by

the

flash

of

a

ne-

on

light

split

the

night

And

touched

the

sound

of

si-

len-

ce

And

in

the

na-

ked

light

I

saw,

Ten

thou-

sand

peo-

ple

may-

be

more

Peo-

ple

tal-

king

with-

o-

out

spea-

king

_

Peo-

ple

hea-

ring

with-

o-

out

liste-

ning

_

Peo-

ple

wri-

ting

songs

that

voi-

ces

ne-

ver

share,

And_no

one

dare.

Di-

sturb

the

sound

of

si-

len-

ce

_

Fools

said

I

you

do

not

know,

Si-

lence

like

a

can-

cer

grows.

Hear

my

words

that

I

mi-

ght

teach

you

_

Take

my

arms

that

I

mi-

ght

reach

you

_

But

my

words,

like

si-

lent

rain-

drops

fell,

And

e-

choed

(In)the

wells

of

si-

len-

ce

_

And

the

peo-

ple

bowed

and

prayed,

To

the

ne-

on

god

they

made

And

the

sign

flashed

out

i_

its

war-

ning

_

In

the

words

that

it

was

_

for-

ming

_

And

the

sign

said

the

words

of

the

pro-

phets

are

writ-

ten

on

a

sub-

way

_

walls

(And)tene-

ment

halls

(and)whis-

pered

_

_

(in)the

sounds

_

of

si-

lence

_