1985

These verses resonate with the silent ache of a love torn asunder. Despite unwavering affection, a heartfelt proposal in Perth found itself caught between devotion and the relentless demands of fame,

Blue Ceylon sapphire rings in your pocket

We was in Perth lookin’ at the ring

Everything designer match your persona

So you tied a Missoni cotton scarf around my wound

As January draws to a close

Slow dance with Elvis

The tune of turntable replaced by camera flashes

It just makes me uneasy, you know

I used to sip whiskey like your dad

As you moved from stage to stage

"I never saw myself being a rockstar's sweetheart" 

I can’t be eclipsed by your fame forever

This story was foreseen 

Gently fades into the unknown

Lets write our separate endings, my almost

I don’t wanna be your muse anymore