Every face I see is cold as ice Everything I scratch is pain Ever since I lost imagination Like a string that flows into the sea I am lost for all eternity Ever since you took your love Away from me Sometimes the sound of goodbye Is louder than any drumbeat Sometimes the sound of goodbye Is louder than any drumbeat Sometimes the sound of goodbye Is louder than any drumbeat Sometimes the sound of goodbye Is louder than any drumbeat SONGWRITERS ARMIN VAN BUUREN; DONALD J DON MORRIS; ADRIAN BROEKHUYSE

Every face I see is cold as ice Everything I touch is pale Ever since I lost imagination Like a stream that flows into the sea I am lost for all eternity Ever since you took your love away from me Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat Every face I see is cold as ice Everything I touch is pale Ever since I lost imagination Like a stream that flows into the sea I am lost for all eternity Ever since you took your love away from me Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat Sometimes The sound of goodbye Is louder Than any drumbeat

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 In reckless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a streetlamp I turn 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 without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared 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 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 In tenement halls" And whispered in the sound of silence

And the real battlefield is in my mind But I'm ready to go to war And take back what is mine And the spirit in you will never die Are you ready to go to war? When light and dark collides If I'm outnumbered 'cause these thoughts are like an army in my mind Then I will rise Yeah, I will rise 'Cause the real battlefield is in my mind But I'm ready to go to war And take back what is mine Is that worth fighting for? Is that worth fighting for? Is that worth fighting for? 'Cause the real battlefield is in my mind But I'm ready to go to war And take back what is mine If I'm outnumbered, I'll keep fighting 'til the day my blood runs dry And I'll survive Yeah, I'll survive Is that worth fighting for? Is that worth fighting for?