Los Gold Fires - Stockholm Syndrome lyrics

You gotta hold her tight You gotta hold her hand She might put up a fight But it's time well spent Like an animal that is cornered She'll stop at nothing so she doesn't meet the coroner And the feelings that she feels They don't make any sense It's the Stockholm syndrome See her pretty face through a frightened gaze She's a slave to your time She'll look through your disguise Then she'll see your eyes And she'll know she's fine Cuz she's starting to feel You gotta hold her tight You gotta hold her hand She might put up a fight But it's time well spent When she's finally unbound She will turn around She will come up to you with a smile The old ball and chain for a while She is chaining up your heart It's the Stockholm syndrome