Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his Killing me softly his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly his song
I heard he sang a good song, I he had a style And so I came to see him to listen for a And there he was this young boy, a to my eyes
Strumming my with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life his words, killing me softly with his song
I all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read one out loud I prayed he would finish but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers, my life with his words me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole with his words, killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me in all my despair And then he looked right through me as if I there And he just kept on singing, clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life his words Killing me softly with his song, me softly with his song my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
Strumming my with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, me softly with his song my whole life with his words, killing me
He was strumming my pain, yeah, he was singing my Killing me with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, me softly with his song