The Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds...
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds...
In my heyday Young girls wrote to me Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me Everyone I saw...
A lonely room and empty chair Another day so hard to bear The things around me that I see remind...