mondegreen
hello dorkface my old friend. i've come to talk with you again. 'bout a virgin softly creeping. left its seed while i was sleeping. and the virgin that was planted in my bed, still remains. within the sound. of silence.
in restless dreams i walk alone. now on streets of cobbled stone. near the hero of the e-street band. i turned my collar to the cold and damp. where my eyes were spared by the flash of a neon light. split the night. catch the sound of silence.
and in the naked light i saw. ten thousand people maybe more. people talking without speaking. people hearing without list'ning. people riding song. that horses never shared. and no one did. disturb the sound. of silence.
fool said i you do not know. silence like a cancer grows. hear my words and i might teach you. take my arms that i might reach you. but my word like silent raindrops felled. and echoed. in the ways of silence.
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 sounds. of silence.