segunda-feira, 29 de novembro de 2010

Killing me softly







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

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 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

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

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

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





4 comentários:

Georgia disse...

Cris, coloca a letra toda, pois sempre canto amiga;)

Ela é demias e essa música...putz!!! Viajei!


Bjao

Cris Caetano disse...

rsrsrs Demais, né, Ge?
Vou alterar o post. ;)

Beijão

Georgia disse...

kakakakka, obrigada amiga.

Vim aqui conferir e nao é que vc colocou a letra toda.

Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaleu!!!


Bjao

Cris Caetano disse...

hahaha Comigo é tchaka, tchaka na butchaka.

Beijão

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