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