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