Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song (x2)Telling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good songI heart he had a styleAnd so I came to see him and listen for a whileAnd there he was this young boyA stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song (x2)Telling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with feverEmbarassed by the CrowdI felt he found my lettersAnd read each one out loudI prayed that he would finishBut he just kept right on…

Strumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song (x2)Telling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his song