Poke is a heartfelt confession of love gone bad, and the loneliness that get's churned up in that wake. Lyrics contain a dead mouse love offering, a cunt and a shit, all flawlessly delivered with a Scottish accent.
Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don't?
We adopt a brand new language
Communicate through pursed lips