I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for awhile.

And there he was this young boy
stranger to my eyes [bad word] 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 found my letters
And read each word out loud.

I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on [bad word] 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 darkest despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there.

But then he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong [bad word] 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...