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
A young boy
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 flushed with fever
Embarrassed 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

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 was strumming my pain
With his fingers
Singing my life with his song
Killing me