becae a vision softly creepg

left its seeds while i was sleepg

and the vision that was pnted y bra

still reas with the sound of silence

restless dreas i walk alone

narrow streets of bble stone

beneath the hallo of a street p,

i turned y lr to the ld and dap

when y eyes were stabbed by the fsh of a neon light

that split the night

and touched the sound of silence

and the naked night i saw ten thoand people ay be ore

people talkg without speakg people hearg without listeng

people writg songs that voices never share