jokes She tries to unlock and all that she's got is some kind of thing that reminds her of a photograph of some people she's known Stuck with tape to the page and written beneath are words In her diary Too Much Of One Thing Nothing in my life is numbered In my life nothing is planned You might think you see purpose When what you're seeing is a band A thin line like from a spider Upon which I dance Nothing in these days is constant Come home to chance In the distance Is a bridge And on the bridge a rail I have known a hundred women And part of me loves to fail But then again I have broken The expectations of a King And through the mist and the armour Too Much Of One Thing Some rise in the morning Their milk upon the sill The last time I saw sunrise It had a dream to kill Breath low my scented lover Bottles and vials, potions and pills I could carve you from memory Then carry you through these hills Behind my back is a curtain In my eyes there is love Two sides to this story The great divide makes it tough There are those that despise me Lead me round on a ring But I've always been a target Too Much Of One Thing When I rise in the morning It's as if I've walked a hundred miles What I once did so easy