Austin Hollow

She was a natural for the Nashville sound
He was a little too L.A.
He moved down into that Tennessee town
And for a while, he would stay

We all could see it wasn’t going to last
That kind of man will not stay true
Discontented with the line he’d cast,
He cut her loose and put her through

Your love is a suicide bomb,
Shrapnel flies from heart to heart
You strapped her arms around your waist,
You put her on, and you blew her apart

Her songs are quiet, but they always see
And in his leaving, he disclosed
The truth about him: that he wants to be
The kind of man no one can know

Your love is a suicide bomb,
You’re not content to go out alone
Detonating in a city street
But leaving wreckage in your home, wreckage in your home



Your love is a suicide bomb,
You’re not content to go out alone
Detonating where your family sleeps
And leaving wreckage in your home

Your love is a suicide bomb,
But it’s all a grand display
Your took yourself out, but her love goes on
And she’s still singing her quiet songs today