The Sound of Silence
Jetpack Lyrics

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I greet my inner demons, my lifelong companions.

I've come to talk with you again,
I'm here to confront my demons once more.

Because a vision softly creeping,
I had a dream that has stuck with me.

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
It left an impression while I was vulnerable.

And the vision that was planted in my brain
The dream has become entrenched in my mind.

Still remains
It lingers and persists.

Within the sound of silence.
In the quiet, it echoes and resonates.

In restless dreams I walked alone
In my restless state, I wandered alone.

Narrow streets of cobblestone,
I walked through dark, ominous streets.

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
Under the dim light of a street lamp.

I turned my collar to the cold and damp
I sought protection from the chilly, damp weather.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Suddenly and intensely, a neon light hit my eyes.

That split the night
That disrupted the dark stillness.

And touched the sound of silence.
And invaded the tranquility of the silence.

And in the naked light I saw
In the bright, raw light I perceived.

Ten thousand people, maybe more.
A countless, overwhelming number of individuals.

People talking without speaking,
Speaking superficially or without meaning.

People hearing without listening,
Not truly listening or comprehending.

People writing songs that voices never share
Creating music that will never be truly understood or embraced by others.

And no one dare
No one has the courage.

Disturb the sound of silence.
To break the stillness and introspection.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
I addressed the ignorant ones.

Silence like a cancer grows.
Silence can be a destructive force that grows steadily and insidiously.

Hear my words that I might teach you,
Listen to my words so I can enlighten you.

Take my arms that I might reach you."
Take my hand so I can connect with you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,
My words were ineffective, like drops of rain that go unnoticed.

And echoed
And repeated.

In the wells of silence
Within the depths of the silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
The people surrendered and prayed.

To the neon god they made.
To the artificial idol they worshiped.

And the sign flashed out its warning,
The warning sign flickered and displayed its message.

In the words that it was forming.
In the words painted on the sign.

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
The sign proclaimed a message of prophetic significance.

Are written on the subway walls
This message can be found in unexpected places.

And tenement halls."
In the most humble and unassuming of locations.

And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
And can be heard in the quiet of contemplation.