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, and listen for a while

And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

(repeat chorus)

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

(repeat chorus)

He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair

and then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

And there he was this young boy, singing clear and strong

(repeat chorus till fade)