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 it's 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'd like
Cherry tomatoes
You wouldn't know
Cherry tomatoes
You don't have to grow