Am | G | |
H | ello darkness my old fri | end, |
Am | |
I’ve come to talk with you ag | ain. |
C | F | C | |
Because a vi | sion softl | y creep | ing |
F | C | |
Left it’s seed while I w | as sleep | ing, |
F | C | |
And the vis | ion that was planted in my br | ain |
Am | |
Still rem | ains |
C | G | Am |
Within the s | ounds of si | lence. |
G | |
In restless dreams I walked al | one, |
Am | |
Narrow streets of cobble | stone. |
F | C | |
’Neath the halo of a | street l | amp, |
F | C | |
I turned my collar to the c | old and d | amp, |
F | C | |
When my e | yes were stabbed by the flash of a neon l | ight |
Am | |
That split the ni | ght |
C | G | Am |
And touched the sou | nds of si | lence. |
G | |
And in the naked light I s | aw |
Am | |
Ten thousand people, maybe m | ore. |
F | C | |
People talking witho | ut speak | ing, |
F | C | |
People hearing witho | ut listen | ing, |
F | C | |
People writing so | ngs that voices never sha | red, |
Am | |
And no one da | red |
C | G | Am |
Disturb the sou | nds of si | lence. |
G | |
"Fools!" said I, "you do not kn | ow, |
Am | |
Silence like a cancer gro | ws. |
F | C | |
Hear my words that I mi | ght teach y | ou, |
F | C | |
Take my arms that I mi | ght reach y | ou." |
F | C | |
But my wo | rds like silent raindrops fe | ll |
Am | G | Am |
And echoed in the wel | ls of si | lence. |
G | |
And the people bowed and pra | yed |
Am | |
To the neon gods they ma | de. |
F | C | |
And the sign flashed out i | ts warn | ing, |
F | C | |
In the words that it w | as form | ing, |
F | C | |
And the sign said, "The wor | ds of the prophets are written on the subway wal | ls |
Am | |
And tenement ha | lls." |
C | G | Am | |
And whis | pered in the so | unds of sil | ence. |