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'd 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

woah

woah oah ah ah ah uh uh

la la la la la la

woah la

woah la [bracketed]

la ah ah ah ah

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