My hand slipped under the curtains of reality and pulled.
What’s behind there you’re hiding from me?
I asked for a peek now I’m taking more than a glance.
I grabbed the sheets and grasped without a second chance
All time stood still and the clock stopped working maybe against its will.
Maybe I shouldn’t be seeing this far into reality
But I'm already sitting at the top branch of the apple tree
Looking down through my rose-tinted glasses