Alexander Popov, Rompasso, Aris 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