| Am | G | |
| H | ello darkness my old fri | end, |
| In restless dreams I walked alone, |
| And in the naked light I saw |
| "Fools!" said I, "you do not know, |
| And the people bowed and prayed |
| Am | |
| I've come to talk with you ag | ain. |
| Narrow streets of cobble stone. |
| Ten thousand people, maybe more. |
| Silence like a cancer grows. |
| To the neon gods they made. |
| C | F | C | |
| Because a vi | sion softl | y creep | ing |
| 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, |
| People talking without speaking, |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, |
| And the sign flashed out its warning, |
| F | C | |
| Left it's seed while I w | as sleep | ing, |
| I turned my collar to the cold and damp, |
| People hearing without listening, |
| Take my arms that I might reach you." |
| In the words that it was forming, |
| F | C | |
| And the vis | ion that was planted in my br | ain |
| When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light |
| People writing songs that voices never shared, |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell... |
| And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls |
| Am | |
| Still rem | ains |
| That split the night |
| And no one dared |
| And echoed |
| And tenement halls." |
| C | G | Am | |
| Wit | hin the s | ounds of si | lence. |
| And touched the sounds of silence. |
| Disturb the sounds of silence. |
| In the wells of silence. |
| And whispered in the sounds of silence. |
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