Dsus2                     C
   Hello darkness, my old friend,
                           Dsus2
I've come to talk with you again,
                     Bb       F
Because a vision softly creeping,
                        Bb       F
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping,
        Bb                             F
And the vision that was planted in my brain
        Dsus2
Still remains
           C        Dm
Within the sound of silence.

                             C
In restless dreams I walked alone
                        Dm
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
                   Bb        F
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
                          Bb        F
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
        Bb                                        F
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
               Dm
That split the night
                C        Dm
And touched the sound of silence.


                         C
And in the naked light I saw
                           Dm
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
                   Bb       F
People talking without speaking,
                   Bb        F
People hearing without listening,
               Bb                       F
People writing songs that voices never share
           Dm
And no one dare
            C        Dm
Disturb the sound of silence.


                         C
Fools said i, you do not know
                      Dm
Silence like a cancer grows.
                     Bb           F
Hear my words that I might teach you,
                    Bb           F
Take my arms that I might reach you.
       Bb                           F
But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed
       C        Dm
In the wells of silence


                         C
And the people bowed and prayed
                     Dm
To the neon God they made.
                         Bb       F
And the sign flashed out it's warning,
                      Bb     F
In the words that it was forming.
                       Bb
And the sign said, the words of the prophets


    Dm                    F
Are written on the subway walls
             F
And tenement halls.
                     C         Dm
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
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