You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
You don't have to call anymore I won't pick up the phone
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
Never a clean break, no one here to save me
Come on, come on Little taste of heaven
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