ROBERTA FLACK

KILLING ME SOFTLY

 

Strumming my fate 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 and listen for a while.

And there he was a young boy,

A stranger to my eyes.

 

Strumming my fate 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 dreamt he found my letters

And read each one out loud.

I prayed that he would finish,

But he just kept right on,

 

Strumming my fate 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 singing,

Singing clear and strong.

 

Strumming my fate 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.