Hel lo dark ness, my old (C)friend.

I’ve come to talk with you a (Dm)gain,

be cause a vi sion soft ly creep (F)ing,

left its seeds while I was sleep (F)ing,

and the (Bb)vi sion that was plant ed in my (F)brain

still re (Dm)mains,

with in the (C)sound

of (Dm)si lence.

In rest less dreams I walked a (C)lone,

nar row streets of cob ble (Dm)stone.

’Neath the ha lo of a street (F)lamp,

I turned my col lar to the (Bb)cold and (F)damp,

when my (Bb)eyes were stabbed by the flash of a ne on (F)light

that split the (Dm)night,

and touched the (C)sound

of (Dm)si lence.