You don't have to call anymore I won't pick up the phone
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
I'll leave my window open, 'cause I'm too tired tonight to call your name
And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name
Come on, come on Little taste of heaven
Never a clean break, no one here to save me