Iperbole
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.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking
Try A Little Tenderness
INTRO:
In the hustle of the day, we're all inclined to miss
Little things that mean so much
A word, a smile, and a kiss
When a woman loves a man, he's a hero in her eyes
And a hero he can always be if he'll just realize
She may be weary, women do get weary
Wearing the same shabby dress
And when she's weary, try a little tenderness
She may be waiting, just anticipating
Things she may never possess
While she's without them, try a little tenderness
It's not just sentimental, she has her grief and her care
But a word that's soft and gentle makes it easier to bear
You won't regret it, women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it's all so easy, try a little tenderness