Testo di Bad Thing

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...