Follow me, with this song dead in my whole life.

I hope his words didn't be the sunny, with this young.

He sang as in here to 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.

Singing, clearing, strong, starving my babe with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly With his song, tellin my whole life With his words, killing me softly