Ripe Fruit Songtext
von Michaela Betts

You tell me I′m afraid
And I am an island
I may be dysfunctional
But I'm not hurting anyone
I dream of a wild garden
With high walls and a fountain
Only I know where the entrance is

But you follow me
You follow me
You follow me
Like seeds on the breeze
It′s pollination
A force to be reckoned with


The habitat is sensitive
I don't have a need that's unmet
Beauty at my fingertips
Like some goddess of nature
She always loved to sing
Folk songs and madrigals
I heard them through the wall
I also heard the fighting talk

And this follows me
It follows me
It follows me
Like seeds on the breeze
I can′t explain
Why we hide ourselves away
When the inside is so beautiful

I′m ready for the ripe fruit
Glistening in the summer sun
And all too soon the summer's gone

I′m ready for the ripe fruit
Glistening in the summer sun
And all too soon the summer's gone

I am ready for
I am ready for