I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
Songbird calling across the water
Inside my silent asylum
12 years gone, Beck’s ready to segue out of the brilliant Sea Change into companion piece, Morning Phase, waking from a drawn out spine injury in the interim, shooting thunderous Americana darts at self-deprecation and lies, lacing moon shadows and invisible vagabonds in chase of choral truth.