Parkside Heracles

Where the avenue meets the trees Over the gardens undone Thinking alone, Heracles Feels his night now begun Maple to park, through the crowd Playing bells and it smells of parades The boy's an anomaly, born in a cloud But he's a lover before he's afraid Where the avenue meets the trees Over the gardens undone Thinking alone, Heracles Feels his night now begun Maple to park, through the crowd Playing bells and it smells of parades The boy's an anomaly, born in a cloud But he's a lover before he's afraid