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.