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

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 felt all flush with fever,embarrased by the crowd
i felt he'd found my letters, 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 softly with his song
killing me softly...with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing me softly... with his song

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
and he just kept on singin', singin' clear and strong

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

oooooooh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
oh oh oh oh oh whoa ohh
la la la la la la la
whooooooooo laaaa whoa laaaa
whoooaa

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