Am Hello darkness, my old G friend
I’ve come to talk with you Am again
Because a vision soft F ly cree-C ping
Left its seeds while I F was slee-C ping
And the F vision that was planted in my C brain
Still re-C mains Am C
Within the G sound of Am silence

In restless dreams I walked G alone
Narrow streets of cobble Am stone
’Neath the halo of F a street C lamp
I turned my collar to the F cold and C damp
When my F eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon C light
That split the C night Am C
And touched the G sound of Am silence

And in the naked light I G saw
Ten thousand people, maybe Am more
People talking with-F out spea-C king
People hearing with-F out liste- C| ning
People writing F songs that voices never C share
And no one C dared Am C
Disturb the G sound of Am silence

Fools, said I, you do not G know
Silence like a cancer Am grows
Hear my words that I F might teach C you
Take my arms that I F might reach C you
But my F words, like silent raindrops C fell
Am And C echoed in the G wells of Am silence

And the people bowed and G prayed
To the neon god they Am made
And the sign flashed out F its war C ning
In the words that it F was for C ming
And the sign said the F words of the prophets
Are written on the subway C walls
And tenement C halls Am
And C whispered in the G sounds of Am silence