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 flushed with fever,
embarassed
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.
And
he just kept on singing,
singing
clear and singing strong*