Nevermore

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains, within the sound of silence.
In the restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestones.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp.
And my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that spilt the night, and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked night I saw, ten thousand people maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never share.