Paroles et accords:
[F#m]Strumming my pain with my fin[Bm]gers. [E7]Singing my life with his words[A].
[F#m]Killing me softly with his[B] song. Killing me soft[E]ly with his[D] song.
Telling my whole[A] life with his[D] words.
Killing me [G]softly, with his song [F#].
1 - [Bm7] I heard he sang[E] a good song.
[A] I heard he had[D] a style.
[Bm7] And so I came[E] to see him,
and [F#m]listen for a while.
[Bm7] And there he was[E7] a young boy
[A] a stranger to[C#7] my eyes.
2 - 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.
3 - He sang as if 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
sining clear and strong