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