Shall I tell you?
Shall I tell you today, of how an angel fell?
Shall I tell you tomorrow of the souls the sell?
Shall I tell you Sunday of broken wings?
Shall I tell you Monday of all sorts of things?
Shall I tell you Tuesday of the tears they cried?
Shall I tell you Wednesday of how they died?
Shall I tell you Thursday of what they now see?
I should've told you yesterday, that it's 'cuz of me.