The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness my old friend
I ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it s seed while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets of cobble stone
Neath the helo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of neon light,
That split the night
And touch