Killing me softly with his song

Norman Gimbel

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 this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming…

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed 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

Strumming…

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.
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong

Strumming…

He was strumming there
Yea, he was singing my life

Fonte: álbum Top 12 from USA, vol. 3 (1973), coletânea lançada no país pela Top Tape. Letra desenvolvida a partir de um poema de Lori Lieberman.