歌曲 | The Sound of Silence |
歌手 | Stalley |
专辑 | Lincoln Way Nights |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 with the sound of silence | |
In restless dreams I walk alone | |
Narrow streets of cobble stone | |
Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, | |
I turned my collar to the cold and damp | |
When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light | |
That split the night | |
And touched the sound of silence | |
And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more | |
People talking without speaking hearing without listening | |
People writing songs that voices never share | |
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence | |
"Fool" said I "you do not know | |
Silence like a cancer grows | |
Hear my words that I might teach you | |
Take my arms that I might reach you | |
But my words like silent rain-drops fell | |
And echo-ed in the wells of silence | |
And the people bow and prayed | |
to the neon God they made | |
And the sign flash out its warning | |
In the words that it was forming | |
And the sings said "The words of the prophers are | |
written the subway walls and tenement halls" | |
And whispered in the sounds of silence | |
The End. |
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 with the sound of silence | |
In restless dreams I walk alone | |
Narrow streets of cobble stone | |
Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, | |
I turned my collar to the cold and damp | |
When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light | |
That split the night | |
And touched the sound of silence | |
And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more | |
People talking without speaking hearing without listening | |
People writing songs that voices never share | |
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence | |
Fool said I you do not know | |
Silence like a cancer grows | |
Hear my words that I might teach you | |
Take my arms that I might reach you | |
But my words like silent raindrops fell | |
And echoed in the wells of silence | |
And the people bow and prayed | |
to the neon God they made | |
And the sign flash out its warning | |
In the words that it was forming | |
And the sings said The words of the prophers are | |
written the subway walls and tenement halls | |
And whispered in the sounds of silence | |
The End. |
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 with the sound of silence | |
In restless dreams I walk alone | |
Narrow streets of cobble stone | |
Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, | |
I turned my collar to the cold and damp | |
When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light | |
That split the night | |
And touched the sound of silence | |
And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more | |
People talking without speaking hearing without listening | |
People writing songs that voices never share | |
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence | |
Fool said I you do not know | |
Silence like a cancer grows | |
Hear my words that I might teach you | |
Take my arms that I might reach you | |
But my words like silent raindrops fell | |
And echoed in the wells of silence | |
And the people bow and prayed | |
to the neon God they made | |
And the sign flash out its warning | |
In the words that it was forming | |
And the sings said The words of the prophers are | |
written the subway walls and tenement halls | |
And whispered in the sounds of silence | |
The End. |