I heard she sang a good song, I heard she
had a style.
And so I came to see her and listen for a
while.
And there she was this young girl, a stranger
to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed
by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters and read each
one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish but she just
kept right on.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song
She sang as if she knew me in all my dark despair
and then she looked right through me
as if I wasn't there.
But she was there the stranger, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song
killing me softly with her song,
