neon good

Hello darkness, my old friend  I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.  People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dared disturb the sound of silence. Fools said I, You do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you , take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence. 


Recuerdos.

 

´cause you and i, we were born to die..