Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my with his words Killing me softly with his song, me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, me softly with his song
I heard he sang a song, I heard he had a style And so I to see him to listen for a while And there he was this young boy, a to my eyes
my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me with his song, killing me softly with his song Telling my whole with his words, killing me softly with his song
I felt all with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each one out 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 life his words, killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he me in all my dark despair And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't And he just kept on singing, singing and strong
Strumming my with his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his
Strumming my pain his fingers, singing my life with his words Killing me with his song, killing me softly with his song my whole life with his words, killing me
He was strumming my pain, yeah, he was my life Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his