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
There's 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, it's 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...