| Capo Fret 6 |
| Am | G | |
| H | ello darkness my old fri | end, |
| Am | |
| I've come to talk with you ag | ain. |
| C | F | C | |
| Because a vi | sion softl | y creep | ing |
| F | C | |
| Left it's seed while I w | as sleep | ing, |
| F | C | |
| And the vis | ion that was planted in my br | ain |
| Am | |
| Still rem | ains |
| C | G | Am | |
| Within the s | ounds of si | lence. |
| G | |
| In restless dreams I walked al | one, |
| Am | |
| Narrow streets of cobble | stone. |
| F | C | |
| 'Neath the halo of a | street l | amp, |
| F | C | |
| I turned my collar to the c | old and d | amp, |
| F | C | |
| When my e | yes were stabbed by the flash of a neon l | ight |
| Am | |
| That split the ni | ght |
| C | G | Am | |
| And touched the sou | nds of si | lence. |
| G | |
| And in the naked light I s | aw |
| Am | |
| Ten thousand people, maybe m | ore. |
| F | C | |
| People talking witho | ut speak | ing, |
| F | C | |
| People hearing witho | ut listen | ing, |
| F | C | |
| People writing so | ngs that voices never sha | red, |
| Am | |
| And no one da | red |
| C | G | Am | |
| Disturb the sou | nds of si | lence. |
| G | |
| "Fools!" said I, "you do not kn | ow, |
| Am | |
| Silence like a cancer gro | ws. |
| F | C | |
| Hear my words that I mi | ght teach y | ou, |
| F | C | |
| Take my arms that I mi | ght reach y | ou." |
| F | C | |
| But my wo | rds like silent raindrops fe | ll |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And echoed in the wel | ls of si | lence. |
| G | |
| And the people bowed and pra | yed |
| Am | |
| To the neon gods they ma | de. |
| F | C | |
| And the sign flashed out i | ts warn | ing, |
| F | C | |
| In the words that it w | as form | ing, |
| F | C | |
| And the sign said, "The wor | ds of the prophets are written on the subway wal | ls |
| Am | |
| And tenement ha | lls." |
| C | G | Am | |
| And whis | pered in the so | unds of sil | ence. |
| A4 | Am | |
| pluck strings 3,1,2,1 3,1,2,1,3,1,2,1, | Strum |