I heard he had
a good song
I heard he had a style
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
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...
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 sang as if
he knew me
in all my dark despair
Then he looked
right through me
as if I wasn't there
He just kept on 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...
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...