Stockholm Syndrome

What's the matter, why don't you answer?
What's the matter with me?
It is so hard to be
Free and easy, we'll disappear completely
Hardly as alone as glad

Your heart is broken, and the doors are open
As you're hoping to be
There's brighter places to see
Hands need warming, early in the morning
Hardly as alone a surprise

No, don't warn me
I know it's wrong, but I swear it won't take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh; I do believe in love

Another season of the same old feelings
Another reason could be
I'm tired of aching, summer's what you make it
But I'll believe what I want to believe