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 young 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 all flushed with fever

Embarassed 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.

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.

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn't there.

But he was there a stranger

Singing clear and loud

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...