Stockholm Syndrome

Trapped in a room

We’re still alive

When you looked at me

I saw in your eyes

You got me weak

I’m starting to wonder

I was down on the ground

But you picked me up

Put a gun at my head

But I didn’t make a sound

I felt your touch

A beautiful thunder

I think I’m falling for you

I know that is wrong

I’m loosing my mind

Got the Stockholm Syndrome

I think I like it

God damn it I like it

I’m falling for you

I know that is wrong

I’m loosing my mind

Got the Stockholm Syndrome

I think I like it

God damn it I like it

I’m falling for you

Look at me and look at you

Baby I am just a fool

What will happen in this room

When we’re breaking all the rules

N I can feel it when your skin is on my skin, on my skin, on my skin

Down on the ground

You laid there with me

Dropped the gun far away

Then you set me free

Oh, baby just come with me

I think I’m falling for you

I know that is wrong

I’m loosing my mind

Got the Stockholm Syndrome

I think I like it

God damn it I like it

I think I’m falling for you

I know that is wrong

I’m loosing my mind

Got the Stockholm Syndrome

I think I like it

God damn it I like it