The Stranger at My Door - Brandi Carlile

I’ve seen the firewatcher’s daughter

Watching fires burn from smoke to black

There’s nothing she won’t burn, from styrofoam to urns

To someone else’s ashes in a sack

You can scorch the metal, you can even melt the glass

You can pass the time here, fire lives into the past

An all-consuming flame that refines and new begins

It’ll take your family heirlooms, but it can take your darkest sins

It’s a good ol' bedtime story, give you nightmares 'til you die

And the ones who love to tell 'em hide the mischief in their eyes

Condemn their sons to Hades and Gehenna is full of guys, alive and well

But there ain’t no hell for a firewatcher’s daughter

We exorcize the demons of the things we used to know

The gnashing of the teeth become the remnants of our homes

We think we’re moving on, from materials we long

To forget we ever sold our souls to own

There’s a chilling absolution that we’re given at our birth

A powerful delusion and a plague upon the earth

But nothing scares me more than the stranger at my door

Who I fail to give shelter, time, and worth

Yeah, the good ol' bedtime stories give you nightmares 'til you die

And the ones who love to tell 'em hide the mischief in their eyes

Condemn their sons to Hades and Gehenna is full of guys, alive and well

But there ain’t no hell for a firewatcher’s daughter