Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left It's seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision, that was planted in my brain, Still remains, Within the sounds, Of silence.
Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left It's seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision, that was planted in my brain, Still remains, Within the sounds, Of silence.