Tabbed by: Carl-Johan Holtback, member of "The Shrimps"
[marabou_man14@hotmail.com]
(CHORUS)
Strumming my pain with my 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 the 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.
(CHORUS)
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.
(CHORUS)
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
(CHORUS)
harmony....