Now can these broken wings free me/About a light-year from reality/If you want to fall in a dream/You could put the weight right onto me
After a brief lull, he shakes off the rust and gets his groove back. It’s an amalgam of garage rock, pop and soul; a feeding frenzy for a versatile artist like Beck. The jolt of energy has him doing back flips, and the smooth talker that once was dormant is out in full tilt. While he’s ready for a new adventure he can’t help but look back and curb his enthusiasm. Love is still his priority.