[Dm]Hello darkness, my old [C]friend,
I've come to talk with you a[Dm]gain,
Because a [F]vision softly [Bb]creep[F]ing,
Left its seeds while I was [Bb]sleep[F]ing,
And the [Bb]vision that was planted in my [F]brain
Still remains[Dm]
[F]Within the [C]sound of [Dm]silence.
[Dm]In restless dreams I walked a[C]lone
Narrow streets of cobble[Dm]stone,
'Neath the halo [F]of a [Bb]street [F]lamp,
I turned my collar to the [Bb]cold and [F]damp
When my [Bb]eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon [F]light
That split the night[Dm]
[F]And touched the [C]sound of [Dm]silence.
[Dm]And in the naked light I [C]saw
Ten thousand people, maybe [Dm]more.
People talking [F]without [Bb]speak[F]ing,
People hearing without [Bb]listen[F]ing,
People [Bb]writing songs that voices never [F]share
And no one dared[Dm]
[F]Disturb the [C]sound of [Dm]silence.
[Dm]"Fools" said I, "You do not [C]know
Silence like a cancer [Dm]grows.
Hear my words that [F]I might [Bb]teach [F]you,
Take my arms that I might [Bb]reach [F]you."
But my [Bb]words like silent raindrops [F]fell,
[Dm]And [F]echoed
In the [C]wells of [Dm]silence
And the people bowed and [C]prayed
To the neon god they [Dm]made.
And the sign [F]flashed out its [Bb]warn[F]ing,
In the words that it was [Bb]form[F]ing.
And the sign said, "The [Bb]words of the prophets are written on the subway [F]walls
And tenement halls." [Dm]
And [F]whisper'd in the [C]sounds of [Dm]silence.
Créditos: (annilok@bol.com.br)
Correção: Alex Leffa (aleffa@bol.com.br)
