Song Lyrics
I heard he had a style, embarrassed by the crowd, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers, with his song Killing, i felt all flushed with fever
Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, he was strumming my pain, and so i came to see him to listen
Telling my whole life with his words, he was strumming my pain
Killing me softly with his song, a stranger to my eyes, strumming my pain with his fingers
i felt all flushed with fever
telling my whole life with his words
and there he was this young boy
And then he looked right through me, telling my whole life with his words
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair, killing me softly with his song
and so i came to see him to listen
Telling my whole life with his words, i felt he found my letters and read
Singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song
A stranger to my eyes, a stranger to my eyes, and then he looked right through me
He was singing my song, singing my life with his words
and then he looked right through me
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Luther, and so i came to see him to listen
Embarrassed by the crowd, telling my whole life with his words Killing, killing me softly with his song
strumming my pain with his fingers
Killing me softly with his song, a stranger to my eyes
But he just came to singing, singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song Vandross, as if i wasn t there
I prayed that he would finish but he, singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
embarrassed by the crowd
clear and strong
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, embarrassed by the crowd Killing, killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
I heard he had a style, i heard he sang a good song
Singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song
I prayed that he would finish but he, killing me softly with his song Luther, killing me softly with his song
killing me softly with his song
Singing my life with his words, and there he was this young boy, clear and strong
