Story: Stockholm Syndrome | Harry Edward Styles

Can't you see that we’re about to lose our minds?
All your cheap thrills almost make us feel alive
You can be so violent
You can be so cruel sometimes
Broken hearts ain’t never hard to find
Seasons change like this is paradise
You're so beautiful sometimes

Losing track of time, lose our minds
Got me homeward bound
My hands, can’t get out, I'm tied
Hostage of your eyes
I'm so tired, but I take your side
You know love is blind, oh, help me I
I'm affected by Stockholm Syndrome