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 red
Tuck them in, sing them goodnight
Tomorrow hear something they like
Cherry tomatoes, you wouldn’t know
Cherry tomatoes, you don’t have to go
Are we running out of time?
Can’t see your through my eyes
Holding onto each goodbye
And reaching out for a new life
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 go