Shrugging my pain with his finger Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Singing my own 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 And listen for a while And then he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Shrugging my pain with his finger Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Singing my own life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt half-lost with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my ladder And reached for the love I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Shrugging my pain with his finger Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Singing my own life with his words Killing me softly with his song With his words Killing me softly He played as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn't there And he just kept on playing Playing clearly Shrugging my pain with his finger Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Singing my own life with his song Killing me softly Hey Shrugging my pain with his finger Singing my own life with his words Killing me, killing me softly Oh, oh Killing me, killing me with his song Singing my own life with his words Killing me, killing me softly With his song