Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with
his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his
song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his
song ...
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I
came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a
stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my
life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly
with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly
with his song ...
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the
crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed
that he would finish but he just kept right on ...
Strumming my pain with
his fingers,
Anh
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly
with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with
his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He sang as if he knew
me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't
there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and
strong.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his
words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his
song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his
song ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my life.
Killing me
softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole
life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song
...