Killing Me Softly With His Song
Anne Murray Lyrics

I heard he sang a good song
I heard that he was really talented at singing and making music.

I heard he had a style
I heard that he had a unique way of singing and playing music that made him stand out from others.

And so I came to see him
I decided to go watch him perform and hear his music for myself.

To listen for a while.
I wanted to hear his music and listen to him sing for a short period of time.

And there he was this young boy
When I saw him perform, I realized that he was just a young person.

A stranger to my eyes.
Even though he was performing right in front of me, I didn't know him personally and he was someone unfamiliar to me.

Strumming my pain with his fingers
He played and sang in a way that really resonated with me and made me feel emotional.

Singing my life with his words
He sang lyrics that I could identify with and that reflected my own experiences.

Killing me softly with his song
His music and lyrics affected me so much that it felt like he was causing me emotional pain.

Telling my whole life with his words
The lyrics of his song were so relatable that it felt like he was telling the story of my whole life.

I felt all flushed with fever
I felt really nervous and overwhelmed by my emotional response to his music.

Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt self-conscious and embarrassed by how strongly his music was affecting me in front of other people.

I felt he found my letters
I felt like he had somehow found and read my personal thoughts or journal entries, because his lyrics felt so personal to me.

And read each one out loud.
It seemed like his lyrics were so accurate that he was literally reading my private thoughts out loud to the audience.

I prayed that he would finish
I wanted his performance to end because I was so overwhelmed by my emotional response to his music.

But he just kept right on.
He kept playing and singing, even though I was struggling with my emotions.

He sang as if he knew me
His lyrics and singing style made it seem like he understood me intimately, even though we had never met.

In all my dark despair
His music and lyrics spoke directly to my feelings of sadness and hopelessness.

And then he looked right through me
Even though his music seemed to understand me so well, he himself did not acknowledge my presence or connection to his performance.

As if I wasn't there.
He seemed to be singing to himself or the audience, rather than to me specifically.

But he was there a stranger
Even though I felt so connected to his music, he was still someone I didn't know and had no personal connection to.

Singing clear and loud
He sang with a strong and powerful voice that really made an impact on the audience.

Killing me softly with his song
His music continued to affect me deeply, even as his performance came to an end.

Telling my whole life with his words
The impact of his lyrics continued to resonate with me long after his performance ended, like they had told the story of my whole life.

Killing me softly, with his song.
The emotional impact of his music and lyrics continued to linger, like they were causing me emotional pain even after the performance was over.