Killing Me Softly With His Song

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 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.

I felt all flushed with fever

embarrassed 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.

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 just came to singing

singing clear and strong.