With his words till it feels unclear with his song.

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.

And then he looked right through me, if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong, strapping for pain with his 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 giving me a something, with his song.