The Sound of Silence

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 within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone.

Narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a streetlamp.

I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by

the flash of a neon light. That split the night and touched the

sound of silence. And then the naked light I saw.