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 to 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, 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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...