Verse
C#m7 F#
I heard he sang a good song.
B E
I heard he had a style.
C#m7 F#
And so I came to see him,
G#m
and listen for a while.
C#m7 F#7
And there he was this young boy,
B D#7
a stranger to my eyes.
[Chorus]
G#m C#m F#7 B
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
G#m C#m F# E
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
B E
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 G#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Verse]
C#m7 F#
I felt all flushed with fever,
B E
embarrassed by the crowd.
C#m7 F#
I felt he found my letters
G#m
and read each one out loud.
C#m7 F#7
I prayed that he would finish,
B D#7
but he just kept right on.
[Chorus]
G#m C#m F#7 B
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
G#m C#m F# E
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
B E
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 G#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Chorus]
G#m C#m F#7 B
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
G#m C#m F# E
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
B E
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 G#
Killing me softly, with his song.