today while the blossoms
　　still cling to the vine
　　i’ll taste your strawberries
　　i’ll drink your sweet wine
　　a million tomorrows
　　shall all pass away
　　are we forget all the joy
　　that is ours today

　　and the people bow and prayed
　　to the neon god they made
　　and the sign flash out its warning
　　in the words that it was forming
　　and the sings said "the words of the prophers are
　　written the subway walls and tenement halls"
　　and whispered in the sounds of silence

　　the sound of silence
　　gregorian
　　master of chant i