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 strong 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 i flushed with fever,embarrased by the crowed

i felt he found me letters, and read each one aloud

i prayed that he woul 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 wasnt there

and he just kept on 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



oooooooh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

oh oh oh oh oh whoa ohh

la la la la la la la

whooooooooo laaaa whoa laaaa

whoooaa



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...