I tried in vain to drive myself insane 
I talk to myself but I don't listen 
I found out what I was missing 
I miss talking in the dark 
Without you, I'm not conversational 
Without the sense of the occasional 
Without you, I miss talking in the dark 
When the barking and the biting is through 
We can talk like we're in love or talk like we're above it 
We can talk and talk until we talk ourselves out of it 

I look for the news, somebody to abuse 
I look at myself but it's so chancy 
I see things that I don't fancy 

I miss talking in the dark 
Without you, I'm not conversational 
Without the sense of the occasional 
Without you, I miss talking in the dark 
Without you, I miss talking in the dark