looking out another night on the new york city lights from my hotel room but i m without you you can tell me little lies over telephone lines oh you saw bright through theres a bird a bird like me for you is the water cold and the darkest side of you is the one you ve shown don t need to be a bad thing a bad thing don t make it a bad a thing it doesn t have to be it doesn t have to be a bad thing a bad thing don t make it a bad thing it doesn t have to california is really not what you imagined moving in a night of august flying through the city so fast like the rides on fire i try find a little magic we could be when certain happens you know what i do is right i m a bad song about you so why you re crying don t make it a bad a thing it doesn t really have to be it doesn t have to be a bad thing that i m gone i m right back to you babe in too long anything fading its too strong coming back coming back to my bad thing to my bad thing to my bad thing to my bad thing to my bad thing to my bad thing to my bad thing 