E. Costello



I tried again to drive myself insane

I walk 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 conversation

Oh without the sense of the occasion

Oh without you

I missing talking in the dark

When the barking and the biting are through

We can talk like we're in love

Or we can talk above it

We can talk and talk

Until we talk ourselves out of it



I look for the new 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 conversation

Oh without the sense of the occasion

Oh without you

I miss talking in the dark

Without you I miss talking in the dark

Without you I miss talking in the dark

Without you