Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
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
And listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
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 words kill me
softly with his song
I felt awful lust with fever
embarrassed by the crowd
I found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on
Struggling my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words
Killin' me softly with his song
In unison
With his song