We call them coolThose hearts that have no scars to showThe ones that never do let goAnd risk the tables being turned.We call them foolsWho have to dance within the flameWho chance the sorrow and the shameThat always comes with getting burned.But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire.We call them strongThose who can face this world aloneWho seem to get by on their ownThose who will never take the fall.We call them weakWho are unable to resistThe slightest chance love might existAnd for that forsake it all.They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wireConvinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire.Standing outside the fireStanding outside the fireLife is not tried, it is merely survivedIf you're standing outside the fire.There's this love that is burningDeep in my soulConstantly yearning to get out of controlWanting to fly higher and higherI can't abideStanding outside the fire.Standing outside the fireStanding outside the fireLife is not tried, it is merely survivedIf you're standing outside the fire.Standing outside the fireStanding outside the fireLife is not tried, it is merely survivedIf you're standing outside the fire