DmHello darkness, my old fCriend, I've come to talk with you agDmain, Because a vFision softly cB♭reepiFng, left its seeds while I was sB♭leepiFng, And the B♭vision that was planted in my brFain still remains, Dm F Within the sCound of silDmence. DmIn restless dreams I walked aClone, narrow streets of cobblestDmone, 'Neath the halo Fof a stB♭reet laFmp, I turned my collar to the cB♭old and daFmp, When my eB♭yes were stabbed by the flash of a neon liFght that split the nDmightF, And touched the sCound of Dmsilence. DmAnd in the naked light I sCaw ten thousand people, maybe mDmore, People talking wFithout spB♭eakiFng, people hearing without lB♭isteniFng, People wB♭riting songs that voices never shFare, and no one dare,Dm F Disturb the sCound of Dmsilence. Dm"Fools!" said I, "You do not knCow, silence like a cancer groDmws." "Hear my words that FI might tB♭each yFou, take my arms that I might rB♭each yFou." But my wB♭ords like silent raindrops fFelDml, and echFoed in the weClls of Dmsilence. And the people bowed and praCyed to the neon god they mDmade, And the sign flashed oFut its wB♭arniFng, in the words that it was B♭formiFng, And the signs said "The wB♭ords of the prophets are written On the subway waFlls, and tenement halls" Dm And whFisper'd in the souCnds of sDmilence.