| Lyrics: | 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 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 ...
He
sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't
there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.
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
...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
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 ...
With his song ... |
