I felt all fleshed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd.

I felt he'd found my letters read each one out loud I pray that he will finish, but he just kept the right arms slapping my babe with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly.

With this, I'm telling my whole life.

With his words feeling me softly.

With this, He sang as he came to me in all my dark despair,