Am Hello darkness, my old G friend
I’ve come to talk with you Am again
Because a vision soft F ly cree-ping C
Left its seeds while I F was sleeping C
And the F vision that was planted in my C brain
Still re- Am mains within the G sound of Am silence
Am In restless dreams I walked G alone
Narrow streets of cobble Am stone
‘Neath the halo of F a street lamp C
I turned my collar to the F cold and damp C
When my F eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon C light
That split the Am night and touched the G sound of Am silence
Am And in the naked light I G saw
Ten thousand people, maybe Am more
People talking with- F out speaking C
People hearing with- F out listening C
People writing F songs that voices never C share
And no one Am dared disturb the G sound of Am silence
Am "Fools", said I, "You do not G know
Silence like a cancer Am grows
Hear my words that I F might teach you C
Take my arms that I F might reach you" C
But my F words, like silent raindrops C fell
And Am echoed in the G wells of Am silence
Am And the people bowed and G prayed
To the neon god they Am made
And the sign flashed out F its warning C
In the words that it F was forming C
And the sign said, "The F words of the prophets are written on the subway C walls
And tenement Am halls" and whispered in the G sounds of Am silence
