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