Strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his words 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 stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softy 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 letter 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 softy with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song strumming my pain with his fingers yes he was singing my life with his words killing me softy with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain yea (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)