Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsWith his words, killing me softly with his song.Killing me softly with his song.Telling my whole lifewith his words, killing me softly with his song.I heard he sang a good songI heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see himAnd listen for a whileAnd there he was, this young boyStranger to my eyes,strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his song Telling my whole lifewith his words words kill mesoftly with his songI felt awful lust with feverembarrassed by the crowdI found my letters and read each one out loudI prayed that he would finish But he just kept right onStruggling my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his wordsKillin' me softly with his songIn unisonWith his song