| Am |
AmHello darkness, my old fGriend
GI've come to talk with you agAmain
AmBecause a vision softlyF creepiCng
Left its seeds while I wFas sleepCing
And theF vision that wasF planted in myC brain
Still rC/BemainsAm
Within theG sound ofAm silence
I N.C. n restless dreams I walked aGlone
GNarrow streets of cobblesAmtone
Am'Neath the halo of aF street laCmp
I turned my collar to theF cold and Cdamp
When myF eyes were stabbed by theF flash of a neon Clight
That split theC/B nightAm
CAnd touched the sGound of sAmilence
AmAnd in the naked light I sGaw
GTen thousand people, maybe mAmore
AmPeople talking withouFt speakinCg
People hearing withFout listenCing
People writingF songs thatF voices never sChare
And no oneC/B daredAm
CDisturb the sGound of sAmilence
Am"Fools" said I, "You do not Gknow
GSilence like a cancer gAmrows
AmHear my words that I migFht teach yoCu
Take my arms that I mFight reach Cyou"
But myF words, likeF silent raindrops,C felC/Bl Am
CEchoed in the Gwells of Amsilence
AmAnd the people bowed and pGrayed
GTo the neon god they mAmade
AmAnd the sign flashed out iFts warniCng
In the words that it wFas formCing
And the sign said, theF words of the prophets areF written on the subway wCalls
And tenementC/B hallsAm
CWhispered in Gthe sound N.C. of sileAmnce."Am