Listen through the walls. The wave has got to break soon.nOnly so many nails to a room, only so much could it support.nThe floorboards sigh to the sway of the dance that could keep goingnAll night and peel away the dawn.nnAnd I am a peach down in the forest of knives and snakes and mesquite,nWhere all is a dream, all eyes on me, and I bite my nails till they bleed.nnI see your claws come off and your knees come outnLike an iceberg, like a secret offer.nSailing the waves of that icy morning,nWhile all in between theres a new wind blowing.nnAnd I am a peach down in the forest of knives and snakes and mesquite,nWhere all is a dream, all eyes on me, and I bite my nails till they bleed.n(The prevailing winds from the east) I will set my sights on defeat.