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 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 awhile
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 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
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 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
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 life with his
words
Killing me softly with his song