Am G
Helo darkness my old friend,
Am
I've come to talk with you again.
C F C
Because a vision softly creeping
F C
Left it's seed while I was sleeping,
F C
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Am C
Still remains
G Am
Within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobble stone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
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 sounds of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never shared,
And no one dared
Disturb the sounds of silence.
