paroles de chanson Killing Me Softly With His Song - MTV Unplugged - Bastille

Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' 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
With his song

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' my life with his words
Killing me softly with this song, killing me softly with his song
Tellin' my whole life with his words, killing me softly
With his song

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed 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

Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' 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
With his song

Whoa, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, uh-ah, ah-ah
La-la, la, la-la, la, whoa-oh-oh, la, la-ah
Oh, oh, oh, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

Strummin' my pain, hey, (singin' 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
With his song

Strummin' my pain with his fingers, singin' 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
With his song