Solène is a Batcave

Solène is a batcave she’s a punky pyre under the lights she sets the dancefloor on fire Solène is a batcave through her head ravens and bats raise from the dead dancing moving purging resurrecting a smell of London in the air black cats foggy nightmare foggy nightmare Solène is a batcave in a dirty street against a grey wall she relives a dream Solène is a batcave a freaky living dead a witch of the night overfed dancing moving purging resurrecting ravens and bats fill the sky immortal they can never die never die never die