I heard she sa ng a good song
I heard she h ad a style.
A nd so I ca me to see her
A nd listen for a while.
A nd there she wa s this young girl
A stranger to m y eyes.
S trumming my pain with her fin gers
S inging my life with her wo rds
K illing me softly with he r song
Killing me so ftly with he r song
Telling my wh ole life with he r words
Killing me so ftly
With her so ng
I felt all flu shed with fever
E mbarrassed b y the crowd
I felt she f ound my letters
A nd read each one out loud.
I prayed that sh e would finish
B ut she just kept r ight on.
S trumming my pain with her fin gers
S inging my life with her wo rds
K illing me softly with he r song
Killing me so ftly with he r song
Telling my wh ole life with he r words
Killing me so ftly
With her so ng
S he sang as i f she knew me
I n all my d ark despair
A nd then she l ooked right through me
A s if I wasn't there.
B ut she just ca me to singing
S inging clear an d strong.
S trumming my pain with her fin gers
S inging my life with her wo rds
K illing me softly with he r song
Killing me so ftly with he r song
Telling my wh ole life with he r words
Killing me so ftly
With her so ng