Cherry Tomatoes

Let's make a garden of pink Harvest its pale yellow leaves Lay them out in sets of three Whisper them all lovely things Make sure that they know its fine That they didn't come out right Tuck them in, sing them goodnight Tomorrow hear something they like Cherry tomatoes, you wouldn't know Cherry tomatoes, you don't have to grow Are we running out of time? Can't see your world through my eyes Holding on to each goodbye And reaching out for a new lie Maybe, maybe it's fine That we didn't come out right Hold me and tell me sweet lies Whisper me something I like Cherry tomatoes, you wouldn't know Cherry tomatoes, you don't have to grow