Mitch,
I’m going with Chinese democracy.
For those unfamiliar with GNR, these lyics may just spark your memory:
“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by”
I’d like to include more, but I can’t risk it.
