strumming my pain with his fingers
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing me softly
i heard he sang a good song
i heard he had a style
and so i came to see him
and 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 softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing me softly
killing me softly with his song love
i felt all flushed with fever
embarrassed by the crowd
i felt he found my letters
and read each one aloud
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
love
killing me softly with his song
