Bending Albert's Law
John McDaid, Karin Park
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