We call them cool
Those hearts that
Have no scars to show
The ones that
Never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance
Within the flame
Who chance the
Sorrow and the shame
That always comes
With getting burned
We call them strong
Those who can
Fce this world alone
Who seem to get
By on their own
Those who will never
Take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance
Love might exist
And for that forsake it all
There\'s this love
That is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to
Get out of control
Wanting to fly
Higher and higher
I can\'t abide
Standing outside the fire
