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.
I felt all flushed with fever,
emberrassed 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. (CHORUS)
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.(VERSE)
He sang it as he knew me
in all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me
as if I wasn't there.
But he was there this stranger
singing clear and strong.(CH)
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.(VERSE)
He was strumming there,
yea, he was singing my life.
He was killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song.(CH)
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. (AHH)
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,