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
killng 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 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
killng me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever in there is yital crowd
I felt he found my letters
and read each one out loud afraid 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
killng me softly with his song
he sand as if he knew me in all my dark despair and
then he looked right through me
as if I wasn't there and he just kept on singing
singing clear and strong