I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was ther young boy, 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 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 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
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 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
