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