Strumming my pain with his
fingers,
Singing my life with his
words,
Killing me softly with h
is song,
Killing me so ftly with h
is song,
Telling my whol e life with hi
s words,
Killing me so ftly with his s ong.
I heard he s ang a good song, I heard he h
ad a style,
And so I cam e to see him and
listen for a while.
And there he w as this young boy, a stranger to
my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his
fingers,
Singing my life with his
words,
Killing me softly with h
is song,
Killing me sof tly with hi
s song,
Telling my whol e life with hi
s words,
Killing me so ftly with his s ong.
I felt all f
lushed with fever,
Embarrasse
d by the crowd,
I felt he foun d my letters and r ead each one ou
t loud.
I prayed tha
t 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 h
is song,
Killing me sof tly with hi
s song,
Telling my whol e life with hi
s words,
Killing me so ftly with his s ong.
Strumming my pain with his
fingers,
Singing my life with his
words,
Killing me softly with h
is song,
Killing me sof tly with hi
s song,
Telling my whol e life with hi
s words,
Killing me so ftly with his s ong.
Strumming my pain with his
finger, yeah he was...