Bad Thing - Kim Cesarion

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…