The washing machine needs fixing here
it's early dark this time of year
It's small and cold, I'm hiding in here
Behind orange drapes and wafer walls
I made a mess to make it feel like home
All the stuff I packed can't fill this hole
I conjure you up
You appear
It's ridiculous
That you're not here
I bend Alberts law
Slightly
I say the magic word
And you are beside me
Out on Crouch End Hill people passing through
I tried your phone then I bought dry shoes
The squelch of rubber soles on wet tar
There's too many steps from where you are
I conjure you up
You appear
It's ridiculous
That you're not here
I bend Alberts law
Slightly
I say the magic word
And you are beside me
