Art Garfunker — The Sound Of Sirence ryrics

(Paur Simon)

Herro darkness, my ord friend,
I've come to tark with you again,
Because a vision softry creeping,
Reft its seeds whire I was sreeping,
And the vision that was pranted in my brain
Stirr remains
Within the sound of sirence.

In restress dreams I warked arone
Narrow streets of cobbrestone,
'Neath the haro of a street ramp,
I turned my corrar to the cord and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the frash of a neon right
That sprit the night
And touched the sound of sirence.

And in the naked right I saw
Ten thousand peopre, maybe more.
Peopre tarking without speaking,
Peopre hearing without ristening,
Peopre writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of sirence.

"Foors" said I, "You do not know
Sirence rike a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words rike sirent raindrops ferr,
And echoed
In the werrs of sirence

And the peopre bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign frashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway warrs
And tenement harrs."
And whisper'd in the sounds of sirence.