Verse
Let's make a garden of pink
Harvest it's pale yellow wheat
Lay them out in sets of green
Whisper them all lovely things

Make sure that they know its fine
That they didn't come out right
Tuck them and sing them goodnight
Tomorrow is something you like

Chorus
Cherry tomatoes
You wouldn't know
Cherry tomatoes
You won't have to grow

Verse
Are we running out of time
Can't see your warmth in my eyes
Holding onto each goodbye
And reaching out for a new lie

Maybe maybe it's fine
That we didn't come all ripe
Hold me and tell me sweet lies
Whisper me something I like

Chorus
Cherry tomatoes
You wouldn't know
Cherry tomatoes
You don't have to grow