Hello Darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.
"And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
'The words of the prophets are
written on the subway walls,
and tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.'"
It feels good to listen to someone else sometimes. I am breathing a sigh of relief for myself as another curtain falls.
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
'The words of the prophets are
written on the subway walls,
and tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.'"
It feels good to listen to someone else sometimes. I am breathing a sigh of relief for myself as another curtain falls.