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
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
in there is yital crowd
I felt he found my letters
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
if I wasn't there
and 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
killng me softly
with his song
strumming my pain
yeah 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
telling my whole life
with his words
killing me softly
with his song
strumming my pain
yeah my life
killing me softly
with his song
killing me softly