Cloud Rat - Canary Lyrics

A new face. Someone I know, but look at differently. What's right?
I still cum when called.
Held against a crashing wave. Sea salt tip-toe around.
A new smell. Will I ever get used to it?
A new face in my sleep.
Three stones on a porcelain plate: Two for you, one for me.
Manipulating a canary's tune.
Beautiful you float across the floor.
Am I tricking myself? Or is the winner really gone?
I can hear you breaking in. Take whatever you want.