\ / \ / \ / \ _______________________________________________________________ / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Those fires leaped into my eyes, and I knew then | | that I didn't want you to die. I wanted to sit and | | watch the bull-vaulting and share a punnet of fried | | snacks with you, show you the beaches of Crete. | | I wanted to walk with you through the olive groves | | back in Athens and learn the little secret places | | of the city. I wanted to talk to you, to know what | | you've got in that curly head of yours. I wanted | | to burn with you, and you can interpret that | | how you want to. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_______________________________________________________________| / \ / \ / \ / \