The Big Empty

There's an ill wind coming It's gonna snuff me out This ain't sheep in wolf's clothing She gonna blow me down She's all Lips, Teeth, Brimstone and Fire I shoulda run a mile But hey sugar Make some room for me So I can Breathe I shoulda seen it coming I should've read the signs Too busy thinkin about nothing She took me by surprise She's all Lips, Teeth, Brimstone and Fire I shoulda run a mile But hey sugar Make some room for me So I can Breathe