Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, and listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarra**ed 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 Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair He kept on looking right through me as if I wasn't there And then he kept on singing, singing clear and strong (repeat chorus till fade) Ooohhhh Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words k**ing me softly with his song k**ing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words k**ing me softly, with his song