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