... im Stau stehen ... eigentlich kurz vorm Ausflippen ... und plötzlich dieses Lied im Radio ... ein Lächeln machte sich breit in meinem Gesicht ... nichts kann mehr Hühnernerven strapazieren ... an dich denken ... an deine Augen denken ... an deine Hände ...



Strumming my 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
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, and listen for a while.
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

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